09-27-2016, 05:20 PM
Akkadian
"Awk-ay-dee-Uhn"
He knew when she sensed him; her body stiffened with pride. How badly had he wounded her to make her cast him aside and demand to never see him again? Family was everything in their homeland. A sickening anxiety curled and roiled in his belly, black and foreign and terrible. Was there anything he could do to make this right again?
She seemed to battle with herself; approach or turn away from him again. It was not an easy decision, he knew. Her pride would demand she leave without a word, just as she said she would were he to ever show up again. The only thing proving resistant to that would be her loyalty to family. He wouldn't fool himself in believing it was loyalty to him.
His body was locked tight, waiting for her choice with bated breath. This would be the deciding factor for their future; would they be family again, or complete strangers? He wished he could make the choice for her, but the fear of pushing her too far forced him to remain still. He could not afford to lose her forever.
When she began to walk towards him, he quietly released the long-held breath and a shy smile dared pull at his lips. She chose him, family. She would come hear him out. His brows still pinched together in worry, afraid of all the various ways he could yet manage to screw this up. And when she reached him and spoke, his heart sang.
She questioned his reasons for finding her, and although he had prepared many different ways of answering that, he could say nothing. Her voice was delicate, unlike the strong woman. There was a softness in her eyes that melted him. His whole body strained to reach out and touch her, take her pain away, and he took a hesitant step forward.
As a scrawny little child, she had been passable as part of the family. As a woman now, it was clear they were not of the same blood. She was not as slender as the other females would be, more generous in those graceful curves. Her hair was not flat and straight, but full and wild with a gentle curl. No arabian-dished face marred her beauty. His eyes slid to her lips. He was prepared to comfort her, as an older brother should, but something was changing. Something felt so very wrong.
He was holding his breath again, just a hairs breadth away from touching her, so close to brushing against her with a velvet caress. His gaze met her deep eyes -and he remembered.
He stiffened and pulled away slowly, not enough that he left her, but enough that he couldn't reach for her so easily. The warmth and emotion in his face was carefully tucked away behind a familiar mask of emotionless calm.
Confusion and pain burned in his blood. Some things could never be.
In a voice thick with silent torment, he spoke quietly.
Tell me how to fix this Jord..
She seemed to battle with herself; approach or turn away from him again. It was not an easy decision, he knew. Her pride would demand she leave without a word, just as she said she would were he to ever show up again. The only thing proving resistant to that would be her loyalty to family. He wouldn't fool himself in believing it was loyalty to him.
His body was locked tight, waiting for her choice with bated breath. This would be the deciding factor for their future; would they be family again, or complete strangers? He wished he could make the choice for her, but the fear of pushing her too far forced him to remain still. He could not afford to lose her forever.
When she began to walk towards him, he quietly released the long-held breath and a shy smile dared pull at his lips. She chose him, family. She would come hear him out. His brows still pinched together in worry, afraid of all the various ways he could yet manage to screw this up. And when she reached him and spoke, his heart sang.
She questioned his reasons for finding her, and although he had prepared many different ways of answering that, he could say nothing. Her voice was delicate, unlike the strong woman. There was a softness in her eyes that melted him. His whole body strained to reach out and touch her, take her pain away, and he took a hesitant step forward.
As a scrawny little child, she had been passable as part of the family. As a woman now, it was clear they were not of the same blood. She was not as slender as the other females would be, more generous in those graceful curves. Her hair was not flat and straight, but full and wild with a gentle curl. No arabian-dished face marred her beauty. His eyes slid to her lips. He was prepared to comfort her, as an older brother should, but something was changing. Something felt so very wrong.
He was holding his breath again, just a hairs breadth away from touching her, so close to brushing against her with a velvet caress. His gaze met her deep eyes -and he remembered.
He stiffened and pulled away slowly, not enough that he left her, but enough that he couldn't reach for her so easily. The warmth and emotion in his face was carefully tucked away behind a familiar mask of emotionless calm.
Confusion and pain burned in his blood. Some things could never be.
In a voice thick with silent torment, he spoke quietly.
Tell me how to fix this Jord..