03-17-2017, 03:40 PM
Ruan
She froze at his touch, barely breathed. Held her breath? The wolf in him turned its full attention on her, intrigued by the stillness, the fear of prey. She wasn't afraid of him though, and that confused it -him. Afraid of something else, or perhaps only instinctively submissive to his touch. Perhaps only so tuned to him, so fully aware of the weight of his dominance. The beast decided yes, she has always felt the Alpha in him even when he'd tried to keep it from her, to stand evenly with her. She was not the type to fear --for others, yes, but not herself.
"I know," she whispered, and there was something in it that plucked at this taut bind between them, made him want to comfort her, a burden weighing so heavily on her spine. But his cold eyes only softened, just a little, and he remained where he was, listening as he always did, as he always would. Watching, listening. Ever patient.
"My smiles are easy and happiness comes and goes, but it seems like you've captured something far more rare than either of those."
He tilted his head curiously, pensive as he tried to dissect the words to find the meaning behind them. It was often difficult for him to understand things unless they were put more plainly. Intelligent, of course, as a cunning beast would be, but words could be so tricky, the hidden meanings people give them. He didn't do cryptic very well. He was wild, naturally blunt and honest. But he couldn't really find it, her meaning. Captured more than smiles and happiness... He didn't feel like he'd captured anything. She was free, would always be free.
So he gave it an inward shake of his head, dismissed it as more of the usual frustratingly veiled language people seemed to speak in, even with something sharp prickling the back of his mind and cutting into his chest. Some kind of intuitive warning he didn't understand, pulling a frown to his face again. He repeated it again, just in case; captured more than smiles. Damn, but he just didn't get it. Maybe with time, if it was important, it would reveal to him.
The smile she gave him then was so sad, almost regretful or apologetic, and he wanted to reassure her, point out that she had done nothing wrong. Ever. "I never meant to intrude on your family like I have, but.." He shook his head in silent disagreement but let her continue; she had not intruded on anything. It was he that brought her here, after all. He'd wanted her to come see the Taiga, he'd wanted to see if she could call it home. And she did.
"I can't seem to leave you, and I don't think I want to." He shook his head again, more adamant as he held her blue eyes so directly, so certain, and repeated his thoughts aloud for her. You haven't intruded, you live here. You belong here. Hadn't they both felt that she belonged here? You don't have to leave, not unless you choose to.
I want you to stay, he added sincerely, brows still tight in concern. He hated that she felt this way, that she doubted her home here, her place here. And he loved that she was here. He loved that, until now, it had seemed to make her happy to be here. He'd been so pleased to see that light of joy and satisfaction play across her face when she had chosen to stay.
You belong here, he repeated, steady and confident.
"I know," she whispered, and there was something in it that plucked at this taut bind between them, made him want to comfort her, a burden weighing so heavily on her spine. But his cold eyes only softened, just a little, and he remained where he was, listening as he always did, as he always would. Watching, listening. Ever patient.
"My smiles are easy and happiness comes and goes, but it seems like you've captured something far more rare than either of those."
He tilted his head curiously, pensive as he tried to dissect the words to find the meaning behind them. It was often difficult for him to understand things unless they were put more plainly. Intelligent, of course, as a cunning beast would be, but words could be so tricky, the hidden meanings people give them. He didn't do cryptic very well. He was wild, naturally blunt and honest. But he couldn't really find it, her meaning. Captured more than smiles and happiness... He didn't feel like he'd captured anything. She was free, would always be free.
So he gave it an inward shake of his head, dismissed it as more of the usual frustratingly veiled language people seemed to speak in, even with something sharp prickling the back of his mind and cutting into his chest. Some kind of intuitive warning he didn't understand, pulling a frown to his face again. He repeated it again, just in case; captured more than smiles. Damn, but he just didn't get it. Maybe with time, if it was important, it would reveal to him.
The smile she gave him then was so sad, almost regretful or apologetic, and he wanted to reassure her, point out that she had done nothing wrong. Ever. "I never meant to intrude on your family like I have, but.." He shook his head in silent disagreement but let her continue; she had not intruded on anything. It was he that brought her here, after all. He'd wanted her to come see the Taiga, he'd wanted to see if she could call it home. And she did.
"I can't seem to leave you, and I don't think I want to." He shook his head again, more adamant as he held her blue eyes so directly, so certain, and repeated his thoughts aloud for her. You haven't intruded, you live here. You belong here. Hadn't they both felt that she belonged here? You don't have to leave, not unless you choose to.
I want you to stay, he added sincerely, brows still tight in concern. He hated that she felt this way, that she doubted her home here, her place here. And he loved that she was here. He loved that, until now, it had seemed to make her happy to be here. He'd been so pleased to see that light of joy and satisfaction play across her face when she had chosen to stay.
You belong here, he repeated, steady and confident.
