-Diorae-
The burst of flames coming from his body had burned the lioness’ both front paws. Being one and the same creature – though different forms and different souls – those burns find themselves on Marigold’s legs. Once again her white and golden legs are seared, some parts more than others with blisters already forming. The pain is only at the back of her mind, her fear of Longclaw sending her away being more painful all together.
He does not. She’d braced herself for the worst, the lioness already growling somewhere in a blocked part of her mind and ready to take over, but instead he calls out to her. ”Marigold?!” The sound has her shuddering and hopeful eyes shimmer with wet tears as she looks at him. A light drop of her head and the tears actually start flowing as he speaks again. ”Oh, Marigold.”
She presses impossibly closer against him, desperate for more contact between their bodies, even though she clearly knows that he is the only one to ever initiate contact between them. Her breathing is harsh and with every desperate breath for air Marigold starts to shake more. He is here. He is here, watching over her and keeping her safe. She’s safe, looked after, cared for. His words have her nodding her head rapidly, teary eyes immediately searching his as to plea him to believe her. She hadn’t had control of the lioness until she’d recognized Longclaw. Only then she’d had been strong enough to gain control again.
Slowly the shaking gets less and Marigold finds herself in control of her breath again. Tears no longer roll down her cheeks, but the stains are still visible, just as the teary glance in her eyes. She’d been so afraid. So alone. Now she was neither, or didn’t have to be, as she realises that he isn’t sending her away. He is here. Though he is wrong about one thing. She will always fear his absence.
Her ears flick around nervously as her gaze searches his again. She is hesitant, and yet she has this strong desire. Holding his gaze Marigold brings her muzzle closer towards his skin, desperate to touch him, yet not daring to without his permission. Her eyes plead him to allow this as her breathing becomes shallow. She needs him. She wants him.
And that’s not only linked to the season. It has been too long since they had been together. Too long since she’d felt his touch or that she had been reassured simply by his presence. She was so utterly his, and although he would never be hers, she needs him to be hers for this moment. How long or short it might be.
A beautiful face is a mute recommendation.
OOC: Sorry for the wait <3.
@[Calcifer]