#// heysel vc sorry. killing things in dark caves for a living kind of makes me unsure about words.

[yellowfingcr]

🔥 inch resting

come ask heysel what she likes about you // not accepting!

The gloom stalker, for once not making the perception of her a trial by electing to simply stay under what sunlight is filtering through the window, raises a very visible eyebrow, and smiles a very visible smile.

“You? Asking me for something like that? I do not believe for a second that one thing, one single thing of what I could say hasn’t been told to you several times, lady Skol! But your wish is my command. The very least I can offer to a woman who has conceded me a roof and a bed to sleep in.” The way she tips her chin up and to the side, a motion so little but so sly! As if her companion of conversation wasn’t much taller than her.

“First of all, the objectively obvious: you look good. Very good. You might ask yourself why am I mentioning this in a list comprised of things that I like, and I shall answer, well, I am always grateful for beautiful women existing, they do make this dread strange world a brighter place. So thank you.” A bow, offered to her, for she is clearly Beautiful Women. “Your nose has to be one of my favourite traits of yours, I’ll say. It has a wonderful shape. But in general- hmm… You exude this sense of… power. Strength would be the better word for it, perhaps. And though I do see your arms-” she bows again- “I refer yes to the physical component of it but not only. In you I see more. I see the certainty of primordial things. That sense of- of grandeur, indifferent to time, the province of mountains, of lakes. You just seem so much larger than you are, ten, a hundred times taller. I mean this in the best of ways! Oh gods. Excuse my awkward grip on words, will you, I am but a humble ranger. But what I mean is: there are times in which I look at you and in that moment you seem to me the image of a forest. When midday sifts through the leaves and all is a blaze of green and brown that you know will outlive every sparrow upon its branches and every ant and you not in anger because it is what it does, simply.” She can’t find the correct order of letters that will finally materialize in sound what she wants to offer her. She wants to tell her, something about you is the pearl of life itself. That warm potential, enduring, observing what can't. “Does this make sense? Don’t answer, actually.”

She shifts her balance, left foot, right foot, sticks the thumb of a hand in the space between hip and belt.

“You’re kind. Generous. Patient but never in a way that allows harm. I like that of you and I think all like that of you. And you’re clearly someone who has seen and survived no shortage of events and this hasn’t made you any colder, which I don’t take for granted, I don’t know how much can happen to me before I decide to, well, stop, in all those many ways that make one alive as you are, though of course I hope such a limit is never reached. I don’t know. I guess that’s what I meant with my terrible forest analogy. The luminous shelter that continues past all and never forgets its heart."

A beat.

“Really, please don’t- ask me anything about what I just said, Skol. Just take it.”