03-16-2017, 12:51 AM
Ruan
He said her name so softly, he wasn't sure she would have heard it. Except that she froze so still, as if it dropped a heavy collar on her and held her in place. The line of her body was tensed, rigid and stoic.
She finally took a breath and turned to him, her eyes downcast. His brow creased in worry, but was swept away at the soft way she breathed his name. Ruan. Then her eyes finally lifted to meet his and he got a little lost in the blue, drawn momentarily into their depths as seemed to be the usual response. She studied his face, and he stared back openly, watching, waiting. For what, he wasn't sure.
She broke the spell when she shook her head with a soft chuckle, though it lacked any real enjoyment he would have recognized in her voice. He missed her true laughter. I'm sorry. I just had to leave. I was never one for big family gatherings, nor being called like a pet. He grimaced, an apology there in his eyes, but as usual he said nothing. As usual, he felt he didn't need to. Not with her.
Tentatively, he reached to tip her chin a little higher, brushing his dark velvet from the start of her jaw to her mouth where he pulled away. He looked over her face just as she had, studying her, hating the pain and sadness he could sense buried just under the surface, reflected in her eyes. If it helps at all, I will never call you that way, he said softly, adding another small step of distance between them. The air felt so tight, so taut with a nameless pressure.
I want to see you smiling and happy again. Tell me how to make this better for you, he pleaded gently, his brows creasing again in concern. What can I do to make you stay.
She finally took a breath and turned to him, her eyes downcast. His brow creased in worry, but was swept away at the soft way she breathed his name. Ruan. Then her eyes finally lifted to meet his and he got a little lost in the blue, drawn momentarily into their depths as seemed to be the usual response. She studied his face, and he stared back openly, watching, waiting. For what, he wasn't sure.
She broke the spell when she shook her head with a soft chuckle, though it lacked any real enjoyment he would have recognized in her voice. He missed her true laughter. I'm sorry. I just had to leave. I was never one for big family gatherings, nor being called like a pet. He grimaced, an apology there in his eyes, but as usual he said nothing. As usual, he felt he didn't need to. Not with her.
Tentatively, he reached to tip her chin a little higher, brushing his dark velvet from the start of her jaw to her mouth where he pulled away. He looked over her face just as she had, studying her, hating the pain and sadness he could sense buried just under the surface, reflected in her eyes. If it helps at all, I will never call you that way, he said softly, adding another small step of distance between them. The air felt so tight, so taut with a nameless pressure.
I want to see you smiling and happy again. Tell me how to make this better for you, he pleaded gently, his brows creasing again in concern. What can I do to make you stay.
