04-15-2023, 05:59 PM
i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found --
Outside of her immediate family, Adriana had grown accustomed to being alone.
She would not necessarily define herself as a solitary creature—she craved companionship and touch just as much as anyone, and of course flirting was a favorite pastime. But she had never bothered to form any kind of connection with anyone, mostly out of disinterest, but also an apprehension that she could not deny.
Connections could be severed; trust was easier to lose than it was to gain, and she did not want to find out if a broken heart beat the same as a whole one.
She knew that agreeing to spend any amount of time with Assailant was a risk—that it would be harder to avoid becoming attached if she did not keep that wall between them—but he had caught her on a day she was feeling just reckless enough to take it.
To journey with a constant companion was strange at first, and she could not entirely discern if it was a good strange or bad strange. The warmth that flushed just beneath her skin desperately wanted to believe that it was good; that the exhilarated way her pulse sometimes raced when they accidentally (or not so accidentally) touched could not possibly be her imagination. She found herself stealing glances at him when he was not paying attention, wishing that she could read his mind, or at least find the courage to simply ask him all the things she wanted to. That maybe he would just tell her that it was all in her mind and she could stop losing herself in girlish daydreams.
But she never does, and the longer she skirts the subject the more room fear and doubt have to crawl in, until they lay side by side with all her wanting and longing, stilling her tongue and convincing her heart it does not have a reason to race.
She was not used to being afraid, and she was finding that she would have done just about anything to rid herself of the wretched feeling.
It is both a relief and a disappointment when they arrive just outside the Dale. The selfish part of her wanted to keep him to herself, thinking that she would finally find the courage to follow that pull that was getting harder to ignore. Another part of her was relieved for the distraction, as she stops alongside him to stare along one of the paths that would lead to what she assumes is the heart of the kingdom. She had rarely left Tephra before she was forced to, and so she does not even notice that this kingdom bears a resemblance to Hyaline.
She turns her gaze to the flower he gestures to, and there is a small smile that lifts at the corner of her lips as she pushes aside the way her skin again flares hot beneath her icy scales when he presses against her.
But of course since this is Beqanna, a flower cannot just simply be a flower, and she wishes she had been more surprised when the flower shouts a warning before erupting into a stallion, but she isn’t. You can only live here for so long before you just start accepting how strange everything is without thinking too hard about it. She does startle backwards, though, and her vibrant blue eyes briefly flash with something similar to annoyance. She recovers easily enough, her expression smoothing, although her tone is dry and unamused when she addresses Assailant, “If there’s more of that, I don’t want it.”
Yet true to her nature, the initial irritation passes quickly—just as quickly as the cloud overhead. She offers the stranger a small smile, before giving a subtle shake of her head. “I’m afraid the Pampas is gone. It was flooded when all the lands changed.” She finds herself staring at his golden spots, admiring the way they catch in the light, but it does not occur to her that their gold could have stemmed from the same bloodline—the rest of their appearance is too different for her to make a connection, and Adriana knew nothing of her family beyond her parents and siblings. “I’m Adriana. The man that rudely tried to pluck you is Assailant,” she glances at him as she says it, a barely-there simper ghosting across her lips before her attention again focuses on the stranger. “And you are just outside the Dale, not the Pampas.”
She would not necessarily define herself as a solitary creature—she craved companionship and touch just as much as anyone, and of course flirting was a favorite pastime. But she had never bothered to form any kind of connection with anyone, mostly out of disinterest, but also an apprehension that she could not deny.
Connections could be severed; trust was easier to lose than it was to gain, and she did not want to find out if a broken heart beat the same as a whole one.
She knew that agreeing to spend any amount of time with Assailant was a risk—that it would be harder to avoid becoming attached if she did not keep that wall between them—but he had caught her on a day she was feeling just reckless enough to take it.
To journey with a constant companion was strange at first, and she could not entirely discern if it was a good strange or bad strange. The warmth that flushed just beneath her skin desperately wanted to believe that it was good; that the exhilarated way her pulse sometimes raced when they accidentally (or not so accidentally) touched could not possibly be her imagination. She found herself stealing glances at him when he was not paying attention, wishing that she could read his mind, or at least find the courage to simply ask him all the things she wanted to. That maybe he would just tell her that it was all in her mind and she could stop losing herself in girlish daydreams.
But she never does, and the longer she skirts the subject the more room fear and doubt have to crawl in, until they lay side by side with all her wanting and longing, stilling her tongue and convincing her heart it does not have a reason to race.
She was not used to being afraid, and she was finding that she would have done just about anything to rid herself of the wretched feeling.
It is both a relief and a disappointment when they arrive just outside the Dale. The selfish part of her wanted to keep him to herself, thinking that she would finally find the courage to follow that pull that was getting harder to ignore. Another part of her was relieved for the distraction, as she stops alongside him to stare along one of the paths that would lead to what she assumes is the heart of the kingdom. She had rarely left Tephra before she was forced to, and so she does not even notice that this kingdom bears a resemblance to Hyaline.
She turns her gaze to the flower he gestures to, and there is a small smile that lifts at the corner of her lips as she pushes aside the way her skin again flares hot beneath her icy scales when he presses against her.
But of course since this is Beqanna, a flower cannot just simply be a flower, and she wishes she had been more surprised when the flower shouts a warning before erupting into a stallion, but she isn’t. You can only live here for so long before you just start accepting how strange everything is without thinking too hard about it. She does startle backwards, though, and her vibrant blue eyes briefly flash with something similar to annoyance. She recovers easily enough, her expression smoothing, although her tone is dry and unamused when she addresses Assailant, “If there’s more of that, I don’t want it.”
Yet true to her nature, the initial irritation passes quickly—just as quickly as the cloud overhead. She offers the stranger a small smile, before giving a subtle shake of her head. “I’m afraid the Pampas is gone. It was flooded when all the lands changed.” She finds herself staring at his golden spots, admiring the way they catch in the light, but it does not occur to her that their gold could have stemmed from the same bloodline—the rest of their appearance is too different for her to make a connection, and Adriana knew nothing of her family beyond her parents and siblings. “I’m Adriana. The man that rudely tried to pluck you is Assailant,” she glances at him as she says it, a barely-there simper ghosting across her lips before her attention again focuses on the stranger. “And you are just outside the Dale, not the Pampas.”
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