02-07-2017, 07:04 PM
This was stupid. A mistake.
He should just leave her the hell alone.
A goddamn boulder was tied to his heart, weighing it down, weighing him down. He could hardly breathe under the pressure of it. His spine felt crushed, his chest tight. And yet he walked. And yet he entered the place she lived. He felt like he was suffocating, slowly smothered to death.
Because this was the part where he never saw her again.
He found her beneath the moon, at the coast, her peachy guardian absent for now. She stared away from Ischia, away from him. Her back was all he'd ever see from now on, as she walked away. He swallowed a tightness in his throat as though he could clear it, a vise clutching his chest.
Leliana.. he began reluctantly, hesitantly, staring at her back. Because there was no way she'd ever speak to him again after tonight. But how do you tell someone you are not at all what they thought? How was he supposed to watch the shame and hurt soil her pretty face when she finally heard it from him that he had a family? When she would sure think she had been just a bit of entertainment? He didn't wait for her to turn to him.
Leliana, I-- but he breathed, and he smelled. Zoryn. His pupils shrank in instant fury, eyes sharpened, nostrils flared. A feral growl formed low in his throat, and he stepped to her unbidden. He circled close, body heat rising in rage and reaching for her as his nose tracked Zoryn's path around her. He made sure not to touch her, only followed that scent so near her body as it trailed to her hind quarters.
Zor had lingered there, at her tail. His ears pinned back and his jaw clenched tight, knowing full well what the bastard had wanted. But he hadn't taken it, hadn't taken her. The beast in the golden man's soul had remained in its chains. He could tell, because he knew what it looked like when it claimed its freedom. He knew how differently she would have smelled, how bloody she would have been.
He moved forward, following Zor to her shoulder where the violent evidence still remained. Up her neck, around her front, to her cheek where another injury glared accusations at him. Goddammit Zor, what the hell! His hard eyes sought hers, trapped in a wild wrath that nearly glowed in his black eyes. If ever there was a Hellhorse, it was him, with molten lava for blood and steam in his mouth. The fires of hell burned in him, and death and destruction trailed in his wake.
Heal, he barked low, voice as dark and dangerous as his mood.
He should just leave her the hell alone.
A goddamn boulder was tied to his heart, weighing it down, weighing him down. He could hardly breathe under the pressure of it. His spine felt crushed, his chest tight. And yet he walked. And yet he entered the place she lived. He felt like he was suffocating, slowly smothered to death.
Because this was the part where he never saw her again.
He found her beneath the moon, at the coast, her peachy guardian absent for now. She stared away from Ischia, away from him. Her back was all he'd ever see from now on, as she walked away. He swallowed a tightness in his throat as though he could clear it, a vise clutching his chest.
Leliana.. he began reluctantly, hesitantly, staring at her back. Because there was no way she'd ever speak to him again after tonight. But how do you tell someone you are not at all what they thought? How was he supposed to watch the shame and hurt soil her pretty face when she finally heard it from him that he had a family? When she would sure think she had been just a bit of entertainment? He didn't wait for her to turn to him.
Leliana, I-- but he breathed, and he smelled. Zoryn. His pupils shrank in instant fury, eyes sharpened, nostrils flared. A feral growl formed low in his throat, and he stepped to her unbidden. He circled close, body heat rising in rage and reaching for her as his nose tracked Zoryn's path around her. He made sure not to touch her, only followed that scent so near her body as it trailed to her hind quarters.
Zor had lingered there, at her tail. His ears pinned back and his jaw clenched tight, knowing full well what the bastard had wanted. But he hadn't taken it, hadn't taken her. The beast in the golden man's soul had remained in its chains. He could tell, because he knew what it looked like when it claimed its freedom. He knew how differently she would have smelled, how bloody she would have been.
He moved forward, following Zor to her shoulder where the violent evidence still remained. Up her neck, around her front, to her cheek where another injury glared accusations at him. Goddammit Zor, what the hell! His hard eyes sought hers, trapped in a wild wrath that nearly glowed in his black eyes. If ever there was a Hellhorse, it was him, with molten lava for blood and steam in his mouth. The fires of hell burned in him, and death and destruction trailed in his wake.
Heal, he barked low, voice as dark and dangerous as his mood.
