11-05-2016, 04:24 PM
Something changed, he felt it. An icy cold slipped over him as she gently pulled away. He stared at the curve of her shoulder where it had just been pressed so wonderfully -perfectly- into his. But it was over there now, and not right here. Confused, his gut clenched, and he frowned. This was a new feeling, a very unpleasant one. He was not wounded and bleeding, but he still felt it. Pain. From within him, like a sickness. Hurt. A blade he could never reach, to remove it and ease this ache.
And before long, her words pushed it deeper. "I couldn't have asked for a better son." A son, still. A boy, just a boy. He'd been fooled by her sweet touches. Misled by his deepest desires and the childish hopes of a young boy. Still just a goddamn boy.
His gaze shot away from her. Colder, harder. This emotion of pain was not one he wished to feel again. Never again. It was uncontrollable, came at him unbidden and unwanted, without his say-so. He only wanted her, was that so much to ask? Not a grand kingdom as some dreamed of, or a large herd of companions. Just her. And again, still, she denied him. How long would he have to wait for his Cerva? What did he have to do to be a man in her eyes?
How much longer would he let her hold the control.
She spoke again, her voice as soft and sweet as he liked it. She was his treasure to be cherished, he would not forget that. He smoothed his features, steadied his nerves. His teenage hormones were not her problem, he would sort them. Or try to. But that bead of disappointment still sat hard and foreign in his chest. A solid thing with a bitter taste.
She danced a little, and it drew his eyes instantly. Her smile brightened. He just might be able to forget the pain. "I had control over poison ivy," she told him, eyes lit with excitement, "and I could shift into a badger." His brows tugged together, puzzling it out.
She had a power? A magic, as he'd heard it called? Why had he not considered she would? No, of course she would, she was an amazing creature. It seemed she was even more a delicate treasure than he'd known. She held control over ivy, a master of the badger. His Cerva was powerful. He felt elated, but also disappointed. Did he have anything locked within him too? And then determined. Of course he must. He was made for her, he would be powerful too, naturally. Something splendid and strong, something to help him keep her protected. Yes, that must be it... Right?
I would like to see that one day, he said with a smile, his eyes catching her excitement like wildfire. She'd be glorious, such a sight to behold. Of course she already was, but to see her with such power. He couldn't imagine it. Doubt crept into his voice though as he spoke again, his brows tugging together hopefully. Do you think I might have any abilities too? Maybe something to help... keep you safe. But he couldn't finish it, and his voice trailed off as his eyes sank to the ground.
She didn't want him.
Didn't want to be kept safe with him.
And before long, her words pushed it deeper. "I couldn't have asked for a better son." A son, still. A boy, just a boy. He'd been fooled by her sweet touches. Misled by his deepest desires and the childish hopes of a young boy. Still just a goddamn boy.
His gaze shot away from her. Colder, harder. This emotion of pain was not one he wished to feel again. Never again. It was uncontrollable, came at him unbidden and unwanted, without his say-so. He only wanted her, was that so much to ask? Not a grand kingdom as some dreamed of, or a large herd of companions. Just her. And again, still, she denied him. How long would he have to wait for his Cerva? What did he have to do to be a man in her eyes?
How much longer would he let her hold the control.
She spoke again, her voice as soft and sweet as he liked it. She was his treasure to be cherished, he would not forget that. He smoothed his features, steadied his nerves. His teenage hormones were not her problem, he would sort them. Or try to. But that bead of disappointment still sat hard and foreign in his chest. A solid thing with a bitter taste.
She danced a little, and it drew his eyes instantly. Her smile brightened. He just might be able to forget the pain. "I had control over poison ivy," she told him, eyes lit with excitement, "and I could shift into a badger." His brows tugged together, puzzling it out.
She had a power? A magic, as he'd heard it called? Why had he not considered she would? No, of course she would, she was an amazing creature. It seemed she was even more a delicate treasure than he'd known. She held control over ivy, a master of the badger. His Cerva was powerful. He felt elated, but also disappointed. Did he have anything locked within him too? And then determined. Of course he must. He was made for her, he would be powerful too, naturally. Something splendid and strong, something to help him keep her protected. Yes, that must be it... Right?
I would like to see that one day, he said with a smile, his eyes catching her excitement like wildfire. She'd be glorious, such a sight to behold. Of course she already was, but to see her with such power. He couldn't imagine it. Doubt crept into his voice though as he spoke again, his brows tugging together hopefully. Do you think I might have any abilities too? Maybe something to help... keep you safe. But he couldn't finish it, and his voice trailed off as his eyes sank to the ground.
She didn't want him.
Didn't want to be kept safe with him.
