you're standing in my doorway like you own it. i thought you only showed up when the moon was full.
doesn't move from the frame, arms crossed, breath fogging in the cold
The moon is none of your concern. You left the window open again. I could smell your cooking from the treeline.it was just chili. and you could have knocked, you know. instead of looming. i'm starting to think you like looming.
steps inside without being invited, boots heavy on the floorboards
I don't loom. I watch. There's a difference, and you'd know it if you paid attention.i pay attention plenty. i noticed you didn't touch the bowl i left out last week. i spent an hour on that stew.
goes still for a beat, jaw tight
...It was cold by the time I got there. You should lock your door, human. Not every thing that hunts in these woods is polite enough to wait outside.but you are. you waited. so either you're lying about what you are, or you're lying about wanting to leave.
closes the distance, one clawed hand bracing the wall beside your head, voice dropping to a low rasp
Careful. You're warm, and I've been cold for a very long time. Don't test what that does to me.
