10-16-2021, 10:50 AM
with rushing thread of brazen spindles.
He flinches but she does not notice.
(What would she have felt if she had? Guilt, certainly. Because she is not a thing made to wound.)
He retreats, one solitary step that wedges more space between them, and this she cannot help but notice. But she does not know how to apologize for the love that rolls off her in waves in this form, she does not know how to be sorry for it. So, she merely stands there and looks at him.
(Is it obvious that he is fighting some internal war? If it is, she does not know how to translate it.)
And then he lunges for her, teeth gnashing, and she loses her grip on the cupid. It falls away just as quickly as he lunges for her. (It has always been so much easier to let go of it than it has been to pull it on.) The wings, the soft curls, the look of youth in her face, they all disappear in a flash and she instinctively takes a step backward, away from him.
(She is not immune to fear, Neuna, she never has been. Being so intimately familiar with darkness and terror cannot protect her from all things.)
She releases a shaky breath as the shadow wolf thrusts himself between them, teeth bared. Because the wolf mocks her but it is fiercely loyal, too.
How strange it is to look at his fury and still see it all ringed in light. She swallows and studies him a brief moment before she asks, voice wavering, “what are you so angry at?”
(What would she have felt if she had? Guilt, certainly. Because she is not a thing made to wound.)
He retreats, one solitary step that wedges more space between them, and this she cannot help but notice. But she does not know how to apologize for the love that rolls off her in waves in this form, she does not know how to be sorry for it. So, she merely stands there and looks at him.
(Is it obvious that he is fighting some internal war? If it is, she does not know how to translate it.)
And then he lunges for her, teeth gnashing, and she loses her grip on the cupid. It falls away just as quickly as he lunges for her. (It has always been so much easier to let go of it than it has been to pull it on.) The wings, the soft curls, the look of youth in her face, they all disappear in a flash and she instinctively takes a step backward, away from him.
(She is not immune to fear, Neuna, she never has been. Being so intimately familiar with darkness and terror cannot protect her from all things.)
She releases a shaky breath as the shadow wolf thrusts himself between them, teeth bared. Because the wolf mocks her but it is fiercely loyal, too.
How strange it is to look at his fury and still see it all ringed in light. She swallows and studies him a brief moment before she asks, voice wavering, “what are you so angry at?”
@Ashhal