[open] dark clouds will follow -- any

[Avelina]

Even though she had been the one to greet him, Avelina’s heart begins to hammer wildly in her chest as she watches as he slowly looks at her, as she waits to see what he’ll do. She should’ve kept walking, she thinks as she sees his eyes move across her neck and she swallows against something thick that has risen in her throat. She should have kept walking. She frowns at his musing words about how it was poetic that she found him again, not understanding what he means by that at all. None of this feels poetic to her - though she had once thought the stars that decorated his skin was worthy of a dream. Skandar moves so slow that she could almost forget that there was a predator housed in that dream-like package. She takes a step backwards when he moves towards her, politeness forgotten, but her ears perk up at his next words. There is some apprehension in the way she regards him, but not enough. Caution is outweighed by an eagerness to forget their last meeting, to assume it was some weird fluke. That he had been having a truly awful day and the only way he had been able to vent his frustration had been to take it out on her. Her fireflies cease their agitated circles and return to calmer dancing and Avelina herself visibly relaxes. It takes so little for her to believe him, so little for a tentative smile to begin to replace the wariness in those soft green eyes as they take him in. “Really?” She breathes out, that single word so hopeful, already so forgiving. "You scared me last time." She tells him, though there's little to no accusation in her quiet voice - and instead almost something like concern. Practically begging him to give her an excuse that will wash it all away.

@[Skandar]