08-06-2018, 04:55 PM
There's not much in the way of surprise showing on her face at the obvious anger he held in his posture. It's enough to warrant the rising of her head to a higher degree, eyes narrowed slightly in scrutinizing assessment, waiting to hear exactly what the root cause of his sudden shift in attitude was. He had a problem with her, that much was already clear, but would he reveal to her why?
So it was the avoidance game she had been playing for well over a year now, and her sudden appearance in the Field beside him. Figures. As she had waited to hear what his problem was, there had been a small, hopeful seed planted that maybe his anger had laid somewhere else entirely, but no, he was literally mad at her disappearance. Guilt had already come and visited a long time ago, stoking the shame that she had already felt leaving him so suddenly, but she'd also come to realize that seeking him out when she hadn't been ready to confront him would have been pointless. But the longer she'd stayed away from him, the longer she had had to think about things. What had ultimately kept her away, was the notion that he probably would be happiest chasing women the rest of his life; he'd practically admitted as much to her a long time ago. What was the point in telling him how she really felt? However badly the situation appeared to him, she'd thought her actions were unselfish.
But really, he must be dense. He could have stopped her that day in Nerine, he could have sought her out after, he could have fought harder all along. He hadn't though--and that had been the justification she had needed to stay away, to try to mend the ache of her heart in other ways.
Until today, when she'd tried to test her personal growth and failed miserably at that. And the failure had left her feeling drained, tired and numb. Tired enough that she no longer cared, and she was tired of running from him and herself. And the blues of her lingering sadness begin to bleed red, washing away whatever's left to feel the rise of her own heated anger.
"You're right Leilan, I have been avoiding you." She steps closer to him, her own pale ears pinning deeply along the ridge of her tangled mane. Every step does little to dull the edge ferocity in her words, unknowingly causing the small stones scattered along the Forest floor to rise and float loosely around them. "And what of you? Where have you been all this time? Looking for me?," she matches the sarcasm that drenched his own words, squaring up with his broad shoulders within close range. With a forced blink, the stones drop to the ground around them sounding like heavy rainfall; she needed more practice with her ability, clearly her emotions controlled a part of it.
She's smaller than he is, so it's somewhat of a struggle to meet his line of sight from their close proximity, but she finds it all the same. But their closeness sends a subconcious flutter in her stomach and a shiver down her spine; she'd forgotten how good he smelled and how captivating his presence was to her.
Sensing there's more that he needs to say, she falls quiet but not before sending one more solid strike to the burning iron with a blazing dare, "I'm not avoiding you now. I'm right here."
@[Leilan]
So it was the avoidance game she had been playing for well over a year now, and her sudden appearance in the Field beside him. Figures. As she had waited to hear what his problem was, there had been a small, hopeful seed planted that maybe his anger had laid somewhere else entirely, but no, he was literally mad at her disappearance. Guilt had already come and visited a long time ago, stoking the shame that she had already felt leaving him so suddenly, but she'd also come to realize that seeking him out when she hadn't been ready to confront him would have been pointless. But the longer she'd stayed away from him, the longer she had had to think about things. What had ultimately kept her away, was the notion that he probably would be happiest chasing women the rest of his life; he'd practically admitted as much to her a long time ago. What was the point in telling him how she really felt? However badly the situation appeared to him, she'd thought her actions were unselfish.
But really, he must be dense. He could have stopped her that day in Nerine, he could have sought her out after, he could have fought harder all along. He hadn't though--and that had been the justification she had needed to stay away, to try to mend the ache of her heart in other ways.
Until today, when she'd tried to test her personal growth and failed miserably at that. And the failure had left her feeling drained, tired and numb. Tired enough that she no longer cared, and she was tired of running from him and herself. And the blues of her lingering sadness begin to bleed red, washing away whatever's left to feel the rise of her own heated anger.
"You're right Leilan, I have been avoiding you." She steps closer to him, her own pale ears pinning deeply along the ridge of her tangled mane. Every step does little to dull the edge ferocity in her words, unknowingly causing the small stones scattered along the Forest floor to rise and float loosely around them. "And what of you? Where have you been all this time? Looking for me?," she matches the sarcasm that drenched his own words, squaring up with his broad shoulders within close range. With a forced blink, the stones drop to the ground around them sounding like heavy rainfall; she needed more practice with her ability, clearly her emotions controlled a part of it.
She's smaller than he is, so it's somewhat of a struggle to meet his line of sight from their close proximity, but she finds it all the same. But their closeness sends a subconcious flutter in her stomach and a shiver down her spine; she'd forgotten how good he smelled and how captivating his presence was to her.
Sensing there's more that he needs to say, she falls quiet but not before sending one more solid strike to the burning iron with a blazing dare, "I'm not avoiding you now. I'm right here."
@[Leilan]