03-10-2017, 09:12 AM
Ruan
They were together. But so very apart.
It was his fault, he knew. He was cold and distant, as he had grown to be in their silence since what happened to him. And since the enemy was welcomed in their home. No, since she stood against him as a defense to the bear. His heart burned with bitterness at the thought of it, a deep hurt and anger that he kept smothered beneath the chill of his ice. She hadn't meant it the way he'd taken it, he constantly tried to remind himself that, but it didn't seem to help. Each time he thought of it, that was the day she turned on him.
His chest rattled low and his claws dug deeper into the earth as he ran, pacing ahead of her. Leading. Hunting. They always did this together. Even though he was so very distant.
He could feel her shattered heart fracture within the merciless ice of his own, could smell the salt of her tears as they darkened her cheek. With clenched teeth, he ran harder, sacrificing any chance of hunting as he welcomed the burn in his limbs. But he could never escape the pain, hers or his. Could never run far enough, hard enough, to leave it behind. And he couldn't take it anymore.
His weight shifted and he suddenly twisted around, lauching himself at her with a silent snarl and knocking her down. He stood over her, black chest heaving with panting breaths, and bright eyes nearly glowing. Angry, frustrated. He hated that she was crying, hated that she was upset. Hated himself for it because of course it was his fault. The bitterness, the hate, was all directed at himself. He was doing this to her.
Silence took residence over them as he stood there, staring down at her with eyes that gradually shifted from rage to something surprisingly soft. She was impossibly beautiful, even now when she looked so miserable because of him. His breathing eventually slowed, returned to normal, and he stepped even closer as his nose sank to brush against her cheek, her throat. Mine, he sighed in his mind, not really meaning it to speak to her thoughts. Just for himself. Mine.
He didn't know how to fix this, how to fix himself. He was wild and broken, and not at all what she had wanted maybe. Not at all what she had thought she fell in love with. Maybe he was a disappointment; he felt like one.
But just then he couldn't seem to focus on those thoughts. Just then all he could see was her, the pale and soft of her on the ground, at his feet. The vibrant green of her eyes. The beat of her heart at his mouth. He breathed into her coat, pinching her experimentally, gently, as he watched her with intent blue eyes, wanting desperately to revel in this rare sense of peace and warmth. Just a little longer. If she'd let them.
It was his fault, he knew. He was cold and distant, as he had grown to be in their silence since what happened to him. And since the enemy was welcomed in their home. No, since she stood against him as a defense to the bear. His heart burned with bitterness at the thought of it, a deep hurt and anger that he kept smothered beneath the chill of his ice. She hadn't meant it the way he'd taken it, he constantly tried to remind himself that, but it didn't seem to help. Each time he thought of it, that was the day she turned on him.
His chest rattled low and his claws dug deeper into the earth as he ran, pacing ahead of her. Leading. Hunting. They always did this together. Even though he was so very distant.
He could feel her shattered heart fracture within the merciless ice of his own, could smell the salt of her tears as they darkened her cheek. With clenched teeth, he ran harder, sacrificing any chance of hunting as he welcomed the burn in his limbs. But he could never escape the pain, hers or his. Could never run far enough, hard enough, to leave it behind. And he couldn't take it anymore.
His weight shifted and he suddenly twisted around, lauching himself at her with a silent snarl and knocking her down. He stood over her, black chest heaving with panting breaths, and bright eyes nearly glowing. Angry, frustrated. He hated that she was crying, hated that she was upset. Hated himself for it because of course it was his fault. The bitterness, the hate, was all directed at himself. He was doing this to her.
Silence took residence over them as he stood there, staring down at her with eyes that gradually shifted from rage to something surprisingly soft. She was impossibly beautiful, even now when she looked so miserable because of him. His breathing eventually slowed, returned to normal, and he stepped even closer as his nose sank to brush against her cheek, her throat. Mine, he sighed in his mind, not really meaning it to speak to her thoughts. Just for himself. Mine.
He didn't know how to fix this, how to fix himself. He was wild and broken, and not at all what she had wanted maybe. Not at all what she had thought she fell in love with. Maybe he was a disappointment; he felt like one.
But just then he couldn't seem to focus on those thoughts. Just then all he could see was her, the pale and soft of her on the ground, at his feet. The vibrant green of her eyes. The beat of her heart at his mouth. He breathed into her coat, pinching her experimentally, gently, as he watched her with intent blue eyes, wanting desperately to revel in this rare sense of peace and warmth. Just a little longer. If she'd let them.
