Akkadian
"Awk-ay-dee-Uhn"
His mind was racing, but he held solid with uncertainty in his eyes. What magic made him behave this way to her? What manipulative enchantment caused her to remain at his side despite his ill-mannered behavior?
She snorted and scolded him, and his eyes fell to the ground. He was ashamed of his behaviour but too proud to admit it. He'd been raised better than this, and she deserved better treatment. Perhaps all along he'd been subconsciously trying to push her away. She made him forget himself. In her presence, he was no longer the bodyguard or soldier, but only a man like any other. It was almost belittling in a way.
He shifted his weight and avoided her eyes, and when he finally did meet her gaze it felt uncomfortable. With anyone else, he was the stoic guard, prepared for battle at any moment and hiding any emotions. And yet here he was, nearly melting into a puddle of grief over his actions. It was far too much vulnerability to be showing her, or anyone.
Like a new mask, his face transformed once again. His eyes lit with interest and amusement, a mischievous grin sliding up his mouth. Confidence returned in his movement as he stepped up to her. Like a coward, he would run and hide from the pain of their conversation. And like a princely diplomat, he would feign and distract from what he didn't want, and make a new idea more appealing to both parties.
He cradled her gaze in his golden eyes and gently met her nose with his. His bold efforts hid his inexperience. As a prince, though a lie it may have been, he'd been too high-born to meet just any mare, unless it was a loveless tryst, and none had been interested in the brother that would not inherit. He had focused solely on his duties and the welfare of his family, and had never found such a meaningless encounter of any interest to him. This, though, was not entirely meaningless, was it?
His velvet warmed where hers touched him, and he thrilled in the sensation. With bated breath, his eyes slid closed and he took another careful step closer. The side of his muzzle brushed hers and he inhaled the intoxicating scent of her cheek, his heart racing. Could she hear how it thundered in his amateur uncertainty? His pulse soared through his veins with a wild flutter at his own rash behavior and he wondered if she'd reject his attentions.
She snorted and scolded him, and his eyes fell to the ground. He was ashamed of his behaviour but too proud to admit it. He'd been raised better than this, and she deserved better treatment. Perhaps all along he'd been subconsciously trying to push her away. She made him forget himself. In her presence, he was no longer the bodyguard or soldier, but only a man like any other. It was almost belittling in a way.
He shifted his weight and avoided her eyes, and when he finally did meet her gaze it felt uncomfortable. With anyone else, he was the stoic guard, prepared for battle at any moment and hiding any emotions. And yet here he was, nearly melting into a puddle of grief over his actions. It was far too much vulnerability to be showing her, or anyone.
Like a new mask, his face transformed once again. His eyes lit with interest and amusement, a mischievous grin sliding up his mouth. Confidence returned in his movement as he stepped up to her. Like a coward, he would run and hide from the pain of their conversation. And like a princely diplomat, he would feign and distract from what he didn't want, and make a new idea more appealing to both parties.
He cradled her gaze in his golden eyes and gently met her nose with his. His bold efforts hid his inexperience. As a prince, though a lie it may have been, he'd been too high-born to meet just any mare, unless it was a loveless tryst, and none had been interested in the brother that would not inherit. He had focused solely on his duties and the welfare of his family, and had never found such a meaningless encounter of any interest to him. This, though, was not entirely meaningless, was it?
His velvet warmed where hers touched him, and he thrilled in the sensation. With bated breath, his eyes slid closed and he took another careful step closer. The side of his muzzle brushed hers and he inhaled the intoxicating scent of her cheek, his heart racing. Could she hear how it thundered in his amateur uncertainty? His pulse soared through his veins with a wild flutter at his own rash behavior and he wondered if she'd reject his attentions.
@[Josie]