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<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Alex+Brush' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .wallace_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; height: auto; background-image: url('https://i.postimg.cc/5t14Lp8k/wallace-bg.png'); width: 600px; padding: 0 0 0 0; border: solid 2px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .wallace_container p { margin: 0; } .wallace_image { position: relative; z-index: 3; width: 600px; } .wallace_text { position: relative; z-index: 5; width: 560px; margin-bottom: -200px; border-left: solid 1px #000; border-right: solid 1px #000; } .wallace_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #000; padding: 30px; } .wallace_quote { position: relative; text-align: center; color: #dadada; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 1px; padding-top: 30px; } .wallace_name { position: absolute; z-index: 9; color: #979797; text-align: center; font: 100px 'Alex Brush', cursive; margin-top: 730px; margin-left: 280px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #979797; }</style> <center> <div class="wallace_container"> <div class="wallace_text"> <p class="wallace_quote">this time I’m torn, please wake me if I lose that face <br>search in these eyes: there’s still fire in the darkness </p> <p class="wallace_message">She found, somewhat surprisingly, that she liked when he curled around her so possessively. Or perhaps it was not so surprising considering that for so long now she had wanted to belong to someone. Not just anyone. For years, now. If she was lucky, or smart, she might be finally letting that go.
She had never been lucky.
And considering how it all began, she wasn't particularly smart either.
She was stubborn though and she was trying.
Her fear pulled a rumbling growl from his throat, and she touched her lips softly beside his jaw in apology. It was easier to feel comfortable doing that when he was wrapped around her so securely, pressing in on her and making her feel safe and cared for. A trick of the mind, maybe. His eyes opened and he looked softer, startling her heart again as he promised the very same as he had in her dream.
No, of course he wouldn't force her to do anything. She should've known better. Even if she didn't really know him all that well, or hardly at all, she could at least see he wasn't the type to force a girl to do anything.
She exhaled carefully as he rest his head on her, twisting deeper into his embrace to touch the edge of her muzzle on him as soothing as she could manage. He was at it again though, taking care of her, his shoulder spilling more blood as a brighter warmth flooded her and found each vein inside her twisted with a bitter chill, entwined with it and eased some of the sharpness.
He seemed pretty stubborn too.
A grateful sigh sank into his skin, glowing softly from a floating fire hanging over them for more warmth. What on earth had she done to earn his concern? She could question it later.
His head sagged and his body relaxed more, surely from exhausting himself just to warm her. She tended to him in whatever way she could manage, not that she'd ever really been all that motherly or affectionate. Her lips flipped his dark forelock off his face, brushed against his forehead. He commented on her missing her family, murmuring sleepily in that deep voice that he remembered. Her children always come first.
She almost hadn't noticed it at first as she continued to thank him with cautious, terrifying touches. It was a response to her dream rather than a conversation they'd ever had. When she did, she frowned and pulled back, studying his handsome face as he rested. He must have seen it through her when she'd remembered it. Still odd that he would say he remembered it though. Minor thing, perhaps.
"I remember too," she whispered back with a glinting little smirk, flakes of snow melting into the tips of her brown hair. She remembered very clearly how good it felt to have him kiss her so hungrily, to have his rough hands on her as if he desired her. Maybe one day she'd really have that, only here in this body, in this world. Even if it didn't end up being from him, though the thought sank her heart and dimmed her eyes.
If not him, then who?
Reilly. Tiphon.
Had either of them noticed she was gone?
"I should go," she murmured regretfully. Maybe she'd wake up and all this was just another dream from a pathetic lonely heart. She didn't enjoy feeling a reluctance to leave him. It made her feel edgy and vulnerable. Realizing she cared at least a little about him made her feel the same way. She was utterly hopeless. It was best not to get attached, especially seeing that they apparently last years for her regardless of reciprocation. Hopeless.
Should she leave him to rest though or lay with him and wait for him to wake?
She sighed to herself and settled in against him again, gingerly laying her head on him. He went through all this trouble to warm her, she should absolutely stay to enjoy it. Maybe her recent traveling companions were near and would find them, share in the warmth. Leliana and Illum. Or maybe it would be just the two of them, and that was more than fine with her too even if it did make her completely nervous and heart-racey.</p> </div> <div class="wallace_name">Wallace</div> <img class="wallace_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/Wz056fby/wallace.png"> </div> </center>
She had never been lucky.
And considering how it all began, she wasn't particularly smart either.
She was stubborn though and she was trying.
Her fear pulled a rumbling growl from his throat, and she touched her lips softly beside his jaw in apology. It was easier to feel comfortable doing that when he was wrapped around her so securely, pressing in on her and making her feel safe and cared for. A trick of the mind, maybe. His eyes opened and he looked softer, startling her heart again as he promised the very same as he had in her dream.
No, of course he wouldn't force her to do anything. She should've known better. Even if she didn't really know him all that well, or hardly at all, she could at least see he wasn't the type to force a girl to do anything.
She exhaled carefully as he rest his head on her, twisting deeper into his embrace to touch the edge of her muzzle on him as soothing as she could manage. He was at it again though, taking care of her, his shoulder spilling more blood as a brighter warmth flooded her and found each vein inside her twisted with a bitter chill, entwined with it and eased some of the sharpness.
He seemed pretty stubborn too.
A grateful sigh sank into his skin, glowing softly from a floating fire hanging over them for more warmth. What on earth had she done to earn his concern? She could question it later.
His head sagged and his body relaxed more, surely from exhausting himself just to warm her. She tended to him in whatever way she could manage, not that she'd ever really been all that motherly or affectionate. Her lips flipped his dark forelock off his face, brushed against his forehead. He commented on her missing her family, murmuring sleepily in that deep voice that he remembered. Her children always come first.
She almost hadn't noticed it at first as she continued to thank him with cautious, terrifying touches. It was a response to her dream rather than a conversation they'd ever had. When she did, she frowned and pulled back, studying his handsome face as he rested. He must have seen it through her when she'd remembered it. Still odd that he would say he remembered it though. Minor thing, perhaps.
"I remember too," she whispered back with a glinting little smirk, flakes of snow melting into the tips of her brown hair. She remembered very clearly how good it felt to have him kiss her so hungrily, to have his rough hands on her as if he desired her. Maybe one day she'd really have that, only here in this body, in this world. Even if it didn't end up being from him, though the thought sank her heart and dimmed her eyes.
If not him, then who?
Reilly. Tiphon.
Had either of them noticed she was gone?
"I should go," she murmured regretfully. Maybe she'd wake up and all this was just another dream from a pathetic lonely heart. She didn't enjoy feeling a reluctance to leave him. It made her feel edgy and vulnerable. Realizing she cared at least a little about him made her feel the same way. She was utterly hopeless. It was best not to get attached, especially seeing that they apparently last years for her regardless of reciprocation. Hopeless.
Should she leave him to rest though or lay with him and wait for him to wake?
She sighed to herself and settled in against him again, gingerly laying her head on him. He went through all this trouble to warm her, she should absolutely stay to enjoy it. Maybe her recent traveling companions were near and would find them, share in the warmth. Leliana and Illum. Or maybe it would be just the two of them, and that was more than fine with her too even if it did make her completely nervous and heart-racey.</p> </div> <div class="wallace_name">Wallace</div> <img class="wallace_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/Wz056fby/wallace.png"> </div> </center>