“I’ll show you were the inn is Mr. Fox,” Julia said with a cheery voice as they approached a long building probably used as an office before the war.
“Call me Alan for now, my dear,” Vulpes responded and attempted a kind smile from his normally stoic face.
“Alan,” Julia repeated, “It sounds to casual for you. I’d give you a far more exotic name.”
This forced a brief, harsh laugh from the lips of the Legionary as he followed behind his guide. Once inside Julia insisted on paying for his room, a bounty of caps now swinging in her pocket making her feel generous. Vulpes thanked her and made his way to a sparse but clean room, with a long bed made up with a hand sown quilt. He took stock of the room, enjoying the sunlight that streamed in through the small window, and looked outside.
What he saw in the yard made him grow stiff with anger. His hand grasped the windowsill, his knuckles white with rage. Outside Julia was wrapping her arms around the neck of a well tanned young man, and giving him a small kiss as he spun her through the air. She then settled down against the boy’s chest and he petted her hair gently, trying not to disturb her curls too much.
It was unmistakable that the two were intimate. Probably this was her first clumsy lover, all paws and need, no real passion. He instantly hated the young man for it. HIs blood rose up into his throat as he thought of this fellow running his hands down her pristine smooth body, his lips kissing her in all the places Vulpes had already imagined claiming a million times. He had to calm himself, force himself down from a black rage as he imagined the boy making love to Julia one night on a blanket atop one of these old houses, the stars and moon their only lights. The Legionary picked up an old mason jar, placed next to a jug and bowl on an old world desk to provide drinks and face washing, and threw the jar at the wall, smashing it.
Set Me On Fire (3c)
“Call me Alan for now, my dear,” Vulpes responded and attempted a kind smile from his normally stoic face.
“Alan,” Julia repeated, “It sounds to casual for you. I’d give you a far more exotic name.”
This forced a brief, harsh laugh from the lips of the Legionary as he followed behind his guide. Once inside Julia insisted on paying for his room, a bounty of caps now swinging in her pocket making her feel generous. Vulpes thanked her and made his way to a sparse but clean room, with a long bed made up with a hand sown quilt. He took stock of the room, enjoying the sunlight that streamed in through the small window, and looked outside.
What he saw in the yard made him grow stiff with anger. His hand grasped the windowsill, his knuckles white with rage. Outside Julia was wrapping her arms around the neck of a well tanned young man, and giving him a small kiss as he spun her through the air. She then settled down against the boy’s chest and he petted her hair gently, trying not to disturb her curls too much.
It was unmistakable that the two were intimate. Probably this was her first clumsy lover, all paws and need, no real passion. He instantly hated the young man for it. HIs blood rose up into his throat as he thought of this fellow running his hands down her pristine smooth body, his lips kissing her in all the places Vulpes had already imagined claiming a million times. He had to calm himself, force himself down from a black rage as he imagined the boy making love to Julia one night on a blanket atop one of these old houses, the stars and moon their only lights. The Legionary picked up an old mason jar, placed next to a jug and bowl on an old world desk to provide drinks and face washing, and threw the jar at the wall, smashing it.