11-20-2016, 11:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-20-2016, 12:00 PM by Ciel d'Argent.)
She defined her problem in greater detail, slipping out names that meant nothing to him. He could only be quietly present and listen to her heart bleed.
Her breath tickled his coat as she sighed against him, going silent for a few moments. In the emptiness, he became hyper-aware of how close they were. He could feel every inch of her warmth that touched him. His legs suddenly felt stiff and aching, but he forced himself to remain as he was. Just a bit longer.
She was talking again. He tried to listen, but was becoming distracted with their nearness, now that he was made so aware of it. The name "Lior" repeated again, and more about her God, as he twisted to just barely brush his cheek against her. So soft. How long had it been since he'd held a woman? He couldn't remember. That other name, Gunsynd, tumbled out of her with a hint of doubt in her voice.
He sighed inaudibly, and moved to carefully detach himself from her. It was nothing she did, he knew. He was just so out of touch with the proprieties of the rest of the world lately. There was enough in him to recognize he was becoming far too intimate and affectionate with a stranger. Not having a mare around for so long, and possibly craving it a little, was his own problem, not hers. She had enough problems of her own than to have to deal with him, too.
I'm sorry, I wish I knew how to solve this for you. He stood apart from her, tall and massive in comparison to her delicate grace. Without answers for her, he could only stand there awkwardly and wish he knew something wise to say. Perhaps time away from it all will clear your mind and give you a better perspective on things.