Solace
His eyes slide closed as they finally meld together, sharing warmth a winter late. She gives into him, supple under his roaming lips as he traces the curves of her face - nearly oblivious to the meaning of his words. He says her name in a way no one ever had, and she only want's to hear him say it again. But instead, he returns to voicing his concern.
'I cannot hold it back. I cannot protect you.'
When her electric blue eyes find his, they are not Castile's eyes - or at least not the ones she has come to know. Disentangling herself she steps back, suddenly realizing that he is speaking of something else entirely
that she is a fool
He didn't mean what she thought, his interpretation of control was much more literal. He was concerned for her physical safety, not just breaking her heart. As she stands in front of him, a pace apart, she had no experience to fall back on, no practiced kiss to subdue him and confirm that she knows how this works and it will all be ok. She feels exposed, vulnerable but her hardening features do not show it.
"Why? What have you done?" Her voice is ragged, nearly a croak in her defeat. But there is a new electricity crackling in her chest as his eyes change again and she wonders what kind of beast she has awakened.
Confusion tainted with injured pride clouds her eyes, threatening to morph into something else. She wanted him, she admits to herself, and he had to know it too.
Yet still, he stands, insisting she can not handle him.
caretaker of hyaline
