Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-8723280-20140419224633

Mariposa let herself be shifted, and through those few moments she had managed to calm her breathing down somewhat. It was so stupid, how close she was in contact to Ambrose - a nearly- complete stranger to her - these two encounters. But now she was a less sobbing mess, and was able to read the text.

Should she accept his apology? He never meant to hurt but still! He shot at her, was that close to killing her. And he sounded - well his words sounded guilty and remorseful. Sniffling, she leaned in his touch more, unable to speak, words choked in her throat so she just nodded and breathed in. She smelled grass, smoke, salt, skin but also him. He smelled.. nice, it was the best thing she could think of. Smelled, human.