03-11-2017, 09:02 PM
Ruan
He could smell her, almost like a dream, a fragrance of the wilderness just barely wafting in. Forest, earth, water. Wolf. Her wolf. Maybe it was a dream, but it still had the same effect; the tension in his body eased and he breathed deeply. He didn't want to think what it meant that the beast in his mind sighed. Maybe it was nothing.
It was probably nothing.
I didn't go far, the voice of shadows dancing through the trees, soft and intangible. He almost smiled. He wanted to. But it didn't quite reach his face, only the face they couldn't see with its fangs and sharp eyes. Circinae.
Her nose tapped his forehead, and his head tilted to briefly lean into it, seeking more of it, before settling again. Before pushing the wolf back, and back. Stop, he told it -himself, she is not yours to reach for. We are not hers. I. I am not hers. But wolves are affectionate with their pack, weren't they? And he was not disloyal to his mate by finding comfort in her presence. Circinae made him feel stronger, steadier. Those were good things.
Your heart sounded heavy, she pressed quietly to his ear. His skin twitched, and an electric shiver zipped down his spine. He rolled it out of his shoulders with a quiet sigh, unaware of the shimmer of borrowed magic producing patches of black fur across his body before sinking back into him again. Her lips teased at his hair, sending another quiver through his muscles. It had been a long time since he'd been touched, always keeping himself so distant, so isolated even from his family.
I can always help you carry it. All you have to do is ask.
He had never been good at asking for help, had never been good at accepting that he ever needed help. But he finally opened his eyes and rolled to sit up, turning a calm blue stare to her. Calm and steady, with her return. Probably best he kept that to himself, though.
Circinae, he greeted quietly, spanning the short distance to lightly touch his nose to her neck, feeling a warmth spread between them at the contact. After another breath of her scent, he retreated from it, but not before he noticed the glittering light catching on droplets of ice on her back. He was tempted to melt them from her but realized he liked them there. They didn't seem to bother her, and they certainly didn't bother him. He pulled himself back to focus.
I'm sorry, he began, his eyes settling on her face and then turning to the forest around them, I didn't mean to call for you that way. It was the wolf. It missed you.
Maybe I can't control it anymore.
Maybe it is too conscious now.
He shook his head at the thoughts, remembered the mess of his emotions only minutes before; the mindless panic, the fretful worries so unlike his calm nature. He didn't want to burden her with his problems, especially when he didn't know what they were. I thought.. you were avoiding me, he admitted softly, hoping that was some form of explanation, but not sure that it was. Or maybe he was seeking the reassurance, that it had all been in his mind. That it was just him, and he was crazy. Nothing new.
It was probably nothing.
I didn't go far, the voice of shadows dancing through the trees, soft and intangible. He almost smiled. He wanted to. But it didn't quite reach his face, only the face they couldn't see with its fangs and sharp eyes. Circinae.
Her nose tapped his forehead, and his head tilted to briefly lean into it, seeking more of it, before settling again. Before pushing the wolf back, and back. Stop, he told it -himself, she is not yours to reach for. We are not hers. I. I am not hers. But wolves are affectionate with their pack, weren't they? And he was not disloyal to his mate by finding comfort in her presence. Circinae made him feel stronger, steadier. Those were good things.
Your heart sounded heavy, she pressed quietly to his ear. His skin twitched, and an electric shiver zipped down his spine. He rolled it out of his shoulders with a quiet sigh, unaware of the shimmer of borrowed magic producing patches of black fur across his body before sinking back into him again. Her lips teased at his hair, sending another quiver through his muscles. It had been a long time since he'd been touched, always keeping himself so distant, so isolated even from his family.
I can always help you carry it. All you have to do is ask.
He had never been good at asking for help, had never been good at accepting that he ever needed help. But he finally opened his eyes and rolled to sit up, turning a calm blue stare to her. Calm and steady, with her return. Probably best he kept that to himself, though.
Circinae, he greeted quietly, spanning the short distance to lightly touch his nose to her neck, feeling a warmth spread between them at the contact. After another breath of her scent, he retreated from it, but not before he noticed the glittering light catching on droplets of ice on her back. He was tempted to melt them from her but realized he liked them there. They didn't seem to bother her, and they certainly didn't bother him. He pulled himself back to focus.
I'm sorry, he began, his eyes settling on her face and then turning to the forest around them, I didn't mean to call for you that way. It was the wolf. It missed you.
Maybe I can't control it anymore.
Maybe it is too conscious now.
He shook his head at the thoughts, remembered the mess of his emotions only minutes before; the mindless panic, the fretful worries so unlike his calm nature. He didn't want to burden her with his problems, especially when he didn't know what they were. I thought.. you were avoiding me, he admitted softly, hoping that was some form of explanation, but not sure that it was. Or maybe he was seeking the reassurance, that it had all been in his mind. That it was just him, and he was crazy. Nothing new.
