All things are possible,
even the worst of things.
He had never been very good at silence. But in this moment, it comes easily. He knows she does not need words from him now. In this moment of unbearable agony and sadness, she needs only his presence, his strength. To many, being here might seem awkward. But to him, it feels only right. He is meant to be here and give her what comfort he can. He knows words are useless, so he does not try to use them. He merely presses her close as she leans into him, soaking his coat with her tears.
Slowly the torrent comes to an end; the tears start to slow as the well is drained. He breathes softly into her neck as he tugs gently, affectionately, at the longs strands of her mane with his lips. A small bit of teasing and old familiarity that he cannot resist. He hears her breath his name on a sigh, voice thickened by the tears. He smiles then, hearing that nickname coming from her lips. He remembers once being exasperated by her persistent use of the wrong name, but now he finds that likes it. He would never want her to call him anything else. It is so uniquely her.
Drawing his head back over her shoulder, his brown eyes find hers. A hint of the smile still remains as he brushes his muzzle over her shoulder in response to her word of thanks. Anytime, he replies softly, honestly. He would always be there when she needed him.
At her next words, a short chuckle escapes him. Perhaps it is not the time for humor, but he really cannot help himself sometimes. He sighs softly as his warm gaze fixes upon her features.
If I knew that, I’d probably be a king by now, he says with a small grin. I guess life just goes on, and we go with it. What else is there to do?
Shahrizai
Hestoni x Scorch
