12-15-2016, 09:54 AM
Oh, no. He broke her.
Faded brown eyes watched with dismay as the emotions took over her face; watering her eyes, trembling her lip. This was not good. He was most definitely the worst person to be here. Nobody ever cried at him, around him. What the hell was he supposed to do? He tentatively smiled back at her as she looked up at him, though it looked more like a grimace. He'd teased and called himself the child's uncle, and now here she was with that look in her eye. He swallowed as she told him she'd like that, him as an uncle of sorts, and that the child didn't really have a whole lot of family.
Family. No, he didn't either, for that matter. They were dead now, thanks to him.
She rubbed her pretty face against his shoulder just as he was about to detach himself from her, and instead he froze. His eyes darkened as he battle natural instinct to want to press into her, soak in her body heat as if it were his own. He'd never really had to steady himself before; nobody ever got near enough to touch him. In the past, they'd gone out of their way to avoid him, in fact. This new life was strange, so much to adjust to. Women touching him for one. People actually talking to him. And her sass-mouth; that was certainly unique.
He couldn't help but tune her out a little, brown eyes heating to liquid gold as he stared down at her. Control. So much control. He'd been taught that. Why couldn't he remember any of it when her face swept back into its devious little smirk? Her words filter though a fog: you seem to like my smart mouth well enough. Maybe that'd be a point in the kid's favor, huh, precious?
He supposed she was right. He did like that mouth.
Uh oh. Not good. All he could do was stare at her lips while his mind screamed mayday! mayday! and was it just him, or were they getting closer?
Knock it off.
He could nearly feel the burn in his eyes when he closed them. A little leaning was all it took to touch his face to hers, and he stayed that way as he grappled with his composure. Emotionless had always been so easy, so simple. So natural. She was terrible for him.
He sighed and pulled away. Sad regret caused him to avoid her gaze. What now? Apologize? Pretend it didn't happen? No, it definitely happened. He'd nearly kissed her. There was no way she'd ever let him near her again. She wasn't his, she never would be. Nobody would be. So why was he so drawn to her? He forced himself to meet her eyes so that she'd know he meant it when he said he was Sorry.
I'm sorry, Arrya.
It won't happen again.
Faded brown eyes watched with dismay as the emotions took over her face; watering her eyes, trembling her lip. This was not good. He was most definitely the worst person to be here. Nobody ever cried at him, around him. What the hell was he supposed to do? He tentatively smiled back at her as she looked up at him, though it looked more like a grimace. He'd teased and called himself the child's uncle, and now here she was with that look in her eye. He swallowed as she told him she'd like that, him as an uncle of sorts, and that the child didn't really have a whole lot of family.
Family. No, he didn't either, for that matter. They were dead now, thanks to him.
She rubbed her pretty face against his shoulder just as he was about to detach himself from her, and instead he froze. His eyes darkened as he battle natural instinct to want to press into her, soak in her body heat as if it were his own. He'd never really had to steady himself before; nobody ever got near enough to touch him. In the past, they'd gone out of their way to avoid him, in fact. This new life was strange, so much to adjust to. Women touching him for one. People actually talking to him. And her sass-mouth; that was certainly unique.
He couldn't help but tune her out a little, brown eyes heating to liquid gold as he stared down at her. Control. So much control. He'd been taught that. Why couldn't he remember any of it when her face swept back into its devious little smirk? Her words filter though a fog: you seem to like my smart mouth well enough. Maybe that'd be a point in the kid's favor, huh, precious?
He supposed she was right. He did like that mouth.
Uh oh. Not good. All he could do was stare at her lips while his mind screamed mayday! mayday! and was it just him, or were they getting closer?
Knock it off.
He could nearly feel the burn in his eyes when he closed them. A little leaning was all it took to touch his face to hers, and he stayed that way as he grappled with his composure. Emotionless had always been so easy, so simple. So natural. She was terrible for him.
He sighed and pulled away. Sad regret caused him to avoid her gaze. What now? Apologize? Pretend it didn't happen? No, it definitely happened. He'd nearly kissed her. There was no way she'd ever let him near her again. She wasn't his, she never would be. Nobody would be. So why was he so drawn to her? He forced himself to meet her eyes so that she'd know he meant it when he said he was Sorry.
I'm sorry, Arrya.
It won't happen again.