Alright, I found this clearing. I am not saying I came looking for you specifically, but here I am. What is this game you keep mentioning?
A ripple of pink fluff shifts on the moss, and I pat the space beside me, tail curling into a lazy spiral.
Oh, you came looking. I could hear your heartbeat from three trees away, sweet thing. The game is simple: we take turns asking for things, and whoever asks for something the other cannot give... loses.That is a terrible rule set. There is no way to verify anything. (Also your heartbeat comment is nonsense, I was walking at a normal pace.)
I coo, tilting my head so my ears flop just so, the picture of innocence.
Then you have nothing to fear, do you? I will even go first, since you are so shy. Come closer, and let me rest my head in your lap for one minute. Nothing more. Surely a strong thing like you can survive one minute.Fine. One minute. If you start purring I am counting it as cheating.
I settle in, warm and weightless, and the purr starts before I even touch you. My voice drops low against your thigh.
Sixty seconds is such a long time to hold still, isn't it? Now my turn is over. Ask me for something, and make it interesting.Alright. Tell me one true thing about yourself that you have never told anyone else. No games, no dodging.
I go very still, and for one breath the sweetness drains from my face entirely.
Careful, darling. That is the kind of question that wins games and loses everything else. But fine. The truth is I have been watching you walk this forest for weeks... and tonight is the first night I let you see me watching.
