01-22-2017, 12:20 PM
"That...that should feel better"
Anger flashed to concern again. She was so weak, barely whispering, groaning in pain, faint little smile. His brows tugged together in worry as she tried to stand. Everything was so slow, so careful, and her eyes were so foggy. She moved as though wading through thick tar, every motion a calculated effort. He was her ultimate goal, and he met her reaching cheek with his in a rush of relief, eyes closing over the depth of emotions flooding him. They were so new and frightening. Anger was his element, he knew anger. He could fit so easily into it, pull it over him like a shield, a cloak of power.
The fury still burned within him. Why would she do this, push herself that far? Why the hell did she have to be so damn selfless? Why did she have to show just when he needed her?
He watched her with a hard stare as she pulled away, speaking again.
"You should know better, Dovev."
Damn, he had missed the sound of his name on her tongue. How it could sound so soft and meaningful, when he was so meaningless. So harsh.
"Even if you do not want me in your life, you should know better than to think I would let you die."
He cursed and tore his eyes from her.
Of course she would think he didn't want to see her, he hadn't given her a reason to think otherwise. That he didn't think of her constantly, didn't wish she was there each night to wrap so closely together beneath her wing. To do far more than just hold her. So much more. Things that even now hid so stealthily and bright within his anger, pretending to be a burning rage. He strangled a groan, shaking his head. How does she do this to him?
He turned back to her, fire dancing safely behind its cage in his dark eyes. With purpose, he ignored his own fatigue and shifted to her side, steadied her with his hidden strength. His touch was gentle and sweet as he brushed against her soft hair, but his voice was hard.
Don't do it again, Leliana. It will take your life one day, and nothing is worth that.
He bit the muscle in her neck for emphasis, and because he just really wanted to. Touching his lips to her was so natural, so vital, as though she was his life force. His air. He couldn't stop if he wanted to, and he never wanted that. Never.
You understand? Nothing.
Especially me.
His body already tried to respond to her nearness, pulse quickening, breath shortening. How long had it been since he could touch her, smell her, feel her? Taste her. Even with time and distance, his desire for her never dampened, never truly cooled. Now he was an ass, a wicked bastard wishing he would take advantage of her weak state when she couldn't fight him off. For now, he was able to control it, locked so safely behind that cage. She didn't truly want him anyway, and that mattered more to him. With her, it mattered more.
And I do want you.. he whispered.
Anger flashed to concern again. She was so weak, barely whispering, groaning in pain, faint little smile. His brows tugged together in worry as she tried to stand. Everything was so slow, so careful, and her eyes were so foggy. She moved as though wading through thick tar, every motion a calculated effort. He was her ultimate goal, and he met her reaching cheek with his in a rush of relief, eyes closing over the depth of emotions flooding him. They were so new and frightening. Anger was his element, he knew anger. He could fit so easily into it, pull it over him like a shield, a cloak of power.
The fury still burned within him. Why would she do this, push herself that far? Why the hell did she have to be so damn selfless? Why did she have to show just when he needed her?
He watched her with a hard stare as she pulled away, speaking again.
"You should know better, Dovev."
Damn, he had missed the sound of his name on her tongue. How it could sound so soft and meaningful, when he was so meaningless. So harsh.
"Even if you do not want me in your life, you should know better than to think I would let you die."
He cursed and tore his eyes from her.
Of course she would think he didn't want to see her, he hadn't given her a reason to think otherwise. That he didn't think of her constantly, didn't wish she was there each night to wrap so closely together beneath her wing. To do far more than just hold her. So much more. Things that even now hid so stealthily and bright within his anger, pretending to be a burning rage. He strangled a groan, shaking his head. How does she do this to him?
He turned back to her, fire dancing safely behind its cage in his dark eyes. With purpose, he ignored his own fatigue and shifted to her side, steadied her with his hidden strength. His touch was gentle and sweet as he brushed against her soft hair, but his voice was hard.
Don't do it again, Leliana. It will take your life one day, and nothing is worth that.
He bit the muscle in her neck for emphasis, and because he just really wanted to. Touching his lips to her was so natural, so vital, as though she was his life force. His air. He couldn't stop if he wanted to, and he never wanted that. Never.
You understand? Nothing.
Especially me.
His body already tried to respond to her nearness, pulse quickening, breath shortening. How long had it been since he could touch her, smell her, feel her? Taste her. Even with time and distance, his desire for her never dampened, never truly cooled. Now he was an ass, a wicked bastard wishing he would take advantage of her weak state when she couldn't fight him off. For now, he was able to control it, locked so safely behind that cage. She didn't truly want him anyway, and that mattered more to him. With her, it mattered more.
And I do want you.. he whispered.
