07-11-2017, 08:04 AM
For the first time, Cam feels...at ease.
Happiness is sort of pushing it. It's been too long; she doubts she'd be able to recognize it. Kind of sad, really, but it was rare that things had smoothed over to a point where it lasted. The sudden stretch of calmness made her a bit antsy. Maybe that was what was keeping her from labelling it happiness. There was a time where she would welcome change, more than eager to dive headfirst into the unknown, when she was willing to gamble with risk and uncertainty. Now she wasn't so sure. She wants to keep these domestic moments, the ones with her and Stevie and their dumb pets. It's calm and nice and she doesn't ever want to leave.
She's too lost in thought to notice a wet nose poking at her hands and sniffing her from top to bottom. Cam is certain that Steve is smelling her shirt for traces of that shitface cat. It was odd she was the inspiration behind said demon cat's name; it makes her wonder what Stevie thinks about her naming the dog after her. The husky pup clambering into her lap is already burly and hefty, his markings giving him a permanent frown. Quite the opposite from her small Stevie, although she supposes they are alike in that differences can be deceiving. Stevie can probably knock her out easily while Steve corners everyone he sees for a scratch behind the ears. That and he barks at his own shadow.
Cam can only see a blur of fur with Steve squished in her lap. He's squirming, no longer nosing at her shirt but at her treat-filled pockets. She'd heard Win and Dick had found a new dog that was eating for more than one, so she'd wrapped up some food bits and stuffed them in her pockets for a visit. From the sounds of Steve's noisy crunching, there wouldn't be any left. The girl nudges him off her legs with a brisk pat, the dog whining piteously as she stands. Both Steve and Stevie knew how to get her to comply, huh? Cam pulls a treat from her pocket and waves it in front of his nose. "Alright, Stevester. Sit."
He doesn't. Cam made the mistake of keeping it too close to his mouth and of course he takes the opportunity to sntach it from her fingers. "I'm never gonna get you to sit, am I?" she asks, wiping the slobber off of her hand. Steve hums lowly in reply, his bushy tail waving as he waits for another piece of food.
Happiness is sort of pushing it. It's been too long; she doubts she'd be able to recognize it. Kind of sad, really, but it was rare that things had smoothed over to a point where it lasted. The sudden stretch of calmness made her a bit antsy. Maybe that was what was keeping her from labelling it happiness. There was a time where she would welcome change, more than eager to dive headfirst into the unknown, when she was willing to gamble with risk and uncertainty. Now she wasn't so sure. She wants to keep these domestic moments, the ones with her and Stevie and their dumb pets. It's calm and nice and she doesn't ever want to leave.
She's too lost in thought to notice a wet nose poking at her hands and sniffing her from top to bottom. Cam is certain that Steve is smelling her shirt for traces of that shitface cat. It was odd she was the inspiration behind said demon cat's name; it makes her wonder what Stevie thinks about her naming the dog after her. The husky pup clambering into her lap is already burly and hefty, his markings giving him a permanent frown. Quite the opposite from her small Stevie, although she supposes they are alike in that differences can be deceiving. Stevie can probably knock her out easily while Steve corners everyone he sees for a scratch behind the ears. That and he barks at his own shadow.
Cam can only see a blur of fur with Steve squished in her lap. He's squirming, no longer nosing at her shirt but at her treat-filled pockets. She'd heard Win and Dick had found a new dog that was eating for more than one, so she'd wrapped up some food bits and stuffed them in her pockets for a visit. From the sounds of Steve's noisy crunching, there wouldn't be any left. The girl nudges him off her legs with a brisk pat, the dog whining piteously as she stands. Both Steve and Stevie knew how to get her to comply, huh? Cam pulls a treat from her pocket and waves it in front of his nose. "Alright, Stevester. Sit."
He doesn't. Cam made the mistake of keeping it too close to his mouth and of course he takes the opportunity to sntach it from her fingers. "I'm never gonna get you to sit, am I?" she asks, wiping the slobber off of her hand. Steve hums lowly in reply, his bushy tail waving as he waits for another piece of food.
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[font=optima]NOW EVERYTHING GOES BACK TO ITS PLACE, MY SHADOW’S REFLECTED ON THE SKY
[color=#3d4471]I’M STANDING ON THE DARKNESS; HEAD DOWN, TO MY HEELS / ✦ / [color=#3d4471]MOSTLY MOBILE