He stopped before he reached the clearing and sat down with his kill in hand. Laying the rabbit on it’s back, he pulled his knife from his pouch and made small incisions on it’s legs before pulling back the fur, holding onto the hide. He’d make into a pelt later. He stood up with the newly skinned rabbit and continued on his journey back to the clearing.
He placed his head against a tree just past the clearing and cleared his mind the best he could of any negative thoughts. He didn’t want her to leave him. She wasn’t going to leave him…he hoped. Everything would be alright in the end. Things would work out. At least that’s what he told himself as he thumped his head against the bark twice. With a deep breath he made his way back into the clearing with a small smile on his face.
“I-I brought something to eat” he murmured quietly as he looked at her gently. He placed his kill on the ground before gathering a few stray sticks and dry leaves and huddling them up in a small circle. Grabbing two flints he scraped them against one another, the sparks catching on the dead leaves creating a small fire for him to cook the rabbit over.
The silence between the two was getting to him. Normally he was fine with silence, he preferred it actually, but there should never be a silence between him and C.C. It just didn’t feel natural to him. He didn’t like the way it felt. ”C.C…I need to tell you something” he said after a few minutes, breaking the silence.
His voice seemed to snap her back to reality, her eyes tearing away from the tiny fire in front of them. Someone how the confidence she had spent the last few minutes building up had vanished and the solemn mood between them did close to nothing to help bring it back. Looking up at him though her lips moved to let him know she was listening when she caught sight of his forehead.
“You…Your head,” she started randomly while leaning forward. She didn’t bother explaining or pointing it out to him, instead simply leaning to gently brush her fingertips against the irritated skin. Of course she had no way of knowing what had happened when he left but the context was enough to tell he had gotten hurt.
“I don’t think rabbits can jump this high…Are you alright?” Her voice was soft now as if she had realized the lack of space between them, her finger pulling back and curling into her palm as her eyes met his.
“S-sorry…You said you needed to tell me something,” she excused before quickly pulling back, a small mixture of fear and butterflies still nestled deep in her stomach.
It’s gotten to a point that I am no longer bad with reply speed but downright horrible with it. Lack of creativity and my inability to balance other interests with this one…. If there’s anyone who would just rather drop their RP(s) with me or have a word or two [similiar to knock upside the head] dun be afraid to swing by an ask. Maybe a good scolding is what I need to get my butt in gear but I feel like such a crappy partner for being so slow….