good at goodbyes
Alone, the heat of Tephra almost appeared to grow stronger. Insistent, even. She felt his eyes upon her, searching her every freckle, as she nibbled distractedly upon the tufts of grass that sprouted up through the otherwise rocky footing. Feigning distraction a familiar pang of curiosity shot through her. What did it mean when he watched her so intently from afar? Was it love, lust or duty that saw his return to her with each dawn? Nothing was as clear to her as it had once been.
When his voice finally broke through their tense silence her head shot up in surprise. His words insinuated that she was some sort of captive there, unable to come and go as she pleased. Did he truly believe that he held such a power over her? Slowly Mosrael angled herself toward him, her brow creased with a mixture of emotions.
“If I had wanted to leave I would have – a long time ago,” she informed him remembering too clearly her readiness to abandon their newborn daughters with him.
Confidently she stepped closer to him, all to aware that he had kept his distance from her for far too long. It was so simple and, yet, so complex, the things that she wanted of him, but reality was cruel and it hit her like a bolder on her head. Tentatively she reached to touch her nose to his, breathing in the scent of him. Her heart squeezed in her chest and her breath caught in her throat.
She wanted him. All of him, not just the pieces he allowed her. Words had often failed her, just as they did in this moment, nose to nose with him.
@[Klaudius]