03-20-2022, 12:32 AM
[align=center][div style="width:500px;text-align:justify;line-height:1.2;font-size:9pt;"]Her smile spread at his compliment, gaze drinking him up, ever pleased to please. Her eagerness for affection, no matter how small, had always made it easy for Ángel to gain her own affection in turn. Though they fought often, they almost always made up quickly. It was easy to do when Coyote was so easily affected in her emotions. A sweet touch and a minimal apology would often do the trick with minor issues, and usually gifts and a kiss on the forehead would resolve anything much more. It helped that Coyote had never felt especially in control of her own emotions, and had always been told they were too much. She'd often feel embarrassed to cry in front of him, pained to be an inconvenience, and as a result, would swallow her grievances to avoid this. It was only when her sadness turned to anger when they would go days without speaking, her ability to talk herself down swallowed by the fire that was her rage. Usually, it was jealousy. She had never been good with jealousy.
But they had not had such an issue for a while now, and so Coyotes eyes shone with adoration. "Mm, perfect," She murmured with a nod. Though he mentioned steakhouse, Coyotes mind wandered to their desserts as they took off. "I think I perfected my crème brûlée. Want to share some while we're there? I want to compare..." She'd think aloud as she watched the city flash by through the windows. She smiled slightly as she thought about the time Pajamas had jumped onto the counter when she was torching the top of the dessert, and she had subsequently ruined the dish in her panic to get him down.
The sun was setting, casting a rich spill of violets and orange in the sky, settling over the towering buildings like a blanket. She had always loved the city, preferring it to her quieter, suburban town she had grown up in. Coyote had always hated the routine of her childhood, hated trying desperately to fit in and keep up with the richer kids in school. It was another reason she had been so drawn to Ángel. He had luxuries at his disposal and lived lavishly when they met, he had impressed her easily with something as simple as his lifestyle. With him, she never had to worry about finances or feeling out of place. Ángel had a way of owning every room he walked into, and with Coyote on his arm, she was treated just the same. He took care of her in this regard, and she felt immensely grateful for it. When he had bought her the loft, she did not fret about living separately, instead feeling overjoyed to finally have a place to call her own- a place she was proud of and felt truly herself within its luxury.
Coyote blinked out of her reminiscing when they neared the steakhouse, scanning it and turning to watch Ángel for his approval as well. "It looks so nice," Although her eyes followed a couple who was leaving, the older woman dressed in a flattering designer dress, her red bottomed Louboutins shining under the dimly lit exterior. She hung onto the arm of an equally expensive looking man, her head tilting back as she laughed heartily at his words, her short curls swaying with the movement, her stunning white teeth glistening. Coyote felt herself smiling faintly in her wake. "Don't you think?" She asked Ángel, turning back towards him.
But they had not had such an issue for a while now, and so Coyotes eyes shone with adoration. "Mm, perfect," She murmured with a nod. Though he mentioned steakhouse, Coyotes mind wandered to their desserts as they took off. "I think I perfected my crème brûlée. Want to share some while we're there? I want to compare..." She'd think aloud as she watched the city flash by through the windows. She smiled slightly as she thought about the time Pajamas had jumped onto the counter when she was torching the top of the dessert, and she had subsequently ruined the dish in her panic to get him down.
The sun was setting, casting a rich spill of violets and orange in the sky, settling over the towering buildings like a blanket. She had always loved the city, preferring it to her quieter, suburban town she had grown up in. Coyote had always hated the routine of her childhood, hated trying desperately to fit in and keep up with the richer kids in school. It was another reason she had been so drawn to Ángel. He had luxuries at his disposal and lived lavishly when they met, he had impressed her easily with something as simple as his lifestyle. With him, she never had to worry about finances or feeling out of place. Ángel had a way of owning every room he walked into, and with Coyote on his arm, she was treated just the same. He took care of her in this regard, and she felt immensely grateful for it. When he had bought her the loft, she did not fret about living separately, instead feeling overjoyed to finally have a place to call her own- a place she was proud of and felt truly herself within its luxury.
Coyote blinked out of her reminiscing when they neared the steakhouse, scanning it and turning to watch Ángel for his approval as well. "It looks so nice," Although her eyes followed a couple who was leaving, the older woman dressed in a flattering designer dress, her red bottomed Louboutins shining under the dimly lit exterior. She hung onto the arm of an equally expensive looking man, her head tilting back as she laughed heartily at his words, her short curls swaying with the movement, her stunning white teeth glistening. Coyote felt herself smiling faintly in her wake. "Don't you think?" She asked Ángel, turning back towards him.