02-16-2017, 11:27 PM
-Raeg'n-
He gave a nod to her question, that he could not speak. There was no pain in his eyes, no self-pity or anguish. She admired that about him, that he was either born with it or had to accept it later in life and did not seem self-conscious about it in the least. That he was solid, sure. A guardian.
She saw the shift in his eyes a moment before he motioned his request, recognized the light of purpose and the glint of determination, a decision made. Resolute. Her eyes slid away from him, looking to her boy though perhaps not really seeing him. She knew what the man asked, what he had offered, but she was reluctant to drag more bodies into this hell with them. Their enemy was dark and dangerous, wielding unimaginable power.
Her breath hitched and her eyes darkened as the memories of her encounter with him replayed unbidden, unwanted. The images of him attacking, lashing out, claws of dragon's wings digging into her, gripping her and holding her close as he drank from her. Not once, but twice. Delicate lips pressed to a thin line and she pulled herself back from that darkness, back to this man and his offer of aid.
Deep down, that gaping lack in her, that weakness, glared back at her as though wondering why she bothered to think on it, why she didn't immediately take up his offer. She did need him, someone, more than she'd ever let him and Ruan know. She would be a fool to deny him.
You will help me train him, she countered, bartered with this warrior as her star-gold eyes met his. The boy needed to be able to protect himself.
She didn't insult him by warning him of the danger, by giving him an easy out as though he didn't know what he was doing, what he was risking. He was a guardian, it was clear to her in his thick muscles and those deep eyes that had surely seen much more than she had, in that glint of steel that told her he was not easily swayed. This was his choice, confident in his own decision, and she did need help. She would. She just wouldn't let them learn of it if she could help it.
And you will spar with me. Alot, she added silently. Her training had been cut short, she needed this. She needed him to push her. Hair the nebula orange of lost galaxies billowed around her as she held his gaze evenly, awaiting his agreement. But there was one more thing to make clear.
His life above all others.
His life above yours.
She saw the shift in his eyes a moment before he motioned his request, recognized the light of purpose and the glint of determination, a decision made. Resolute. Her eyes slid away from him, looking to her boy though perhaps not really seeing him. She knew what the man asked, what he had offered, but she was reluctant to drag more bodies into this hell with them. Their enemy was dark and dangerous, wielding unimaginable power.
Her breath hitched and her eyes darkened as the memories of her encounter with him replayed unbidden, unwanted. The images of him attacking, lashing out, claws of dragon's wings digging into her, gripping her and holding her close as he drank from her. Not once, but twice. Delicate lips pressed to a thin line and she pulled herself back from that darkness, back to this man and his offer of aid.
Deep down, that gaping lack in her, that weakness, glared back at her as though wondering why she bothered to think on it, why she didn't immediately take up his offer. She did need him, someone, more than she'd ever let him and Ruan know. She would be a fool to deny him.
You will help me train him, she countered, bartered with this warrior as her star-gold eyes met his. The boy needed to be able to protect himself.
She didn't insult him by warning him of the danger, by giving him an easy out as though he didn't know what he was doing, what he was risking. He was a guardian, it was clear to her in his thick muscles and those deep eyes that had surely seen much more than she had, in that glint of steel that told her he was not easily swayed. This was his choice, confident in his own decision, and she did need help. She would. She just wouldn't let them learn of it if she could help it.
And you will spar with me. Alot, she added silently. Her training had been cut short, she needed this. She needed him to push her. Hair the nebula orange of lost galaxies billowed around her as she held his gaze evenly, awaiting his agreement. But there was one more thing to make clear.
His life above all others.
His life above yours.