It’s too easy.
The fact that is too easy it nearly causes the stallion’s face to contort to that of confusion, to tilt his head and wrinkle his shadowed brow in disbelief. He somehow is able to hide it (though perhaps Avelina just wills to not notice, to look past all of the warning signs, and to create some kind of Skandar that isn’t what he truly is) and she baits him with true concern and pity. The skinwalker snorts softly, finding that her pity doesn’t sit well with him, and finds that the fire within him begins to fan a bit more, only moments before bursting into flames.
“It is awful,” he repeats, his brilliant gaze flashing to hers. Besides Aela, Avelina is the only other he has met as of late and he cannot fathom the sheer differences between the two. It can’t be this easy, can it? Lying, causing pain, and then doing it all over again? As she steps closer, he realizes that the time to strike is growing nearer with each second and the adrenaline that began in his chest now flows through his entire body.
She stops, though he is certain it is no hesitation that stops her. The question on her lips hangs in the air momentarily, as if suspended by the nighttime sky, and with a small frown, he closes the space between them with a single, fluid step. “There is one thing,” he begins, stretching his head to the side and reaching forward as if to bring his neck around hers in an embrace, “forgive me?” His voice dies quietly and he can hear the soft buzzing of her fireflies as they dance in a circle pattern above her head, oblivious and useless. He inhales with a shaky, nearly uncontrollable breath, wondering if she will recognize the sound of the humming that comes from beneath his eyes or the soft red glow that now accompanies them.
When he exhales, two beams of perfectly aimed light come from his eyes and begin to absorb into the meaty flesh of her shoulder. “Forgive me?” He repeats and this time, there is no disguising the pleasure on his face.
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