04-15-2017, 01:49 PM
God, he was stressed.
He was swiftly getting a terrible headache, and adding his chill didn't help. Taking the chill away didn't help. And whatever the hell was happening here was not helping. What was this?
In a heavy silence, he watched her partially shift with snapping jaws and glittering, fierce eyes, his chest tight and expression hard. He thought for sure that would have stirred the beast, but no. Still it lay in its shadows, disinterested. He could have growled at it in frustration. What the hell was its deal? Whatever. Fine, he'd deal with it on his own. And it could just keep to its little corner and not bother him again. Don't complicate this anymore than it already was.
He sighed heavily as she spoke, as she continued to accuse him. No, he hadn't thought she was trying to sway him from Reagan. He'd never think such a thing of her. He just couldn't understand why she'd feel they were becoming too close when she knew he was married. Didn't she know he was faithful? God, this was getting messier as they continued. She didn't seem to understand him, the man he was, and with every breath she became more and more confusing and self-contradicting. What the hell was this?
First, she claimed that she fell in love with him. And now, it had only been a longing for a feeling, and not him at all. It had nothing to do with him, she said. So, alright. Whatever. She didn't know what she wanted, big deal. As if he hadn't had enough of that recently.
He knew one day they would clash. Their wolves were both so powerful, so fierce. He had foreseen little scuffles with her, having to re-earn her wolf's trust and loyalty for anyone but itself. He was ready for that. Eager for it, even. Wanted to be worthy for her, and her wolf. But this? This was not what he'd expected at all. This was not her strength battling his, their wills pushing against each other until one gave way in a clap of power. He didn't know what the hell this was, but his beast's continued silence told him more than enough.
It was not impressed.
He sighed again and shook his head, weary of this rift thrusting its way between them. They'd had something, hadn't they? The start of something new, something good in the midst of all the bad tumbling around him, piling at his feet. Was it gone so swiftly?
"None of this was your fault, and I'm certain you already know it. What has happened is between her and I and no other. At the fault of no other." Not even the bastard she'd-
It didn't matter.
He couldn't help it. He tugged back on his Winter, pulled it as far inside him as he could manage and stepped to her. His breath rolled against her cheek, eyes heavy-lidded with a sorrow at their tension as he drifted to her jaw. To the start of her neck where he finally lay his nose lightly against her. Another step and a tuck of his chin brought his forehead pressed into her. He breathed her scent and sighed it out.
"I'm not a King," he reminded her softly, pulling away and stepping back again, "just a man. And your life is your own. You must choose for yourself where you want it to go." Or if you want it to stay.
He was swiftly getting a terrible headache, and adding his chill didn't help. Taking the chill away didn't help. And whatever the hell was happening here was not helping. What was this?
In a heavy silence, he watched her partially shift with snapping jaws and glittering, fierce eyes, his chest tight and expression hard. He thought for sure that would have stirred the beast, but no. Still it lay in its shadows, disinterested. He could have growled at it in frustration. What the hell was its deal? Whatever. Fine, he'd deal with it on his own. And it could just keep to its little corner and not bother him again. Don't complicate this anymore than it already was.
He sighed heavily as she spoke, as she continued to accuse him. No, he hadn't thought she was trying to sway him from Reagan. He'd never think such a thing of her. He just couldn't understand why she'd feel they were becoming too close when she knew he was married. Didn't she know he was faithful? God, this was getting messier as they continued. She didn't seem to understand him, the man he was, and with every breath she became more and more confusing and self-contradicting. What the hell was this?
First, she claimed that she fell in love with him. And now, it had only been a longing for a feeling, and not him at all. It had nothing to do with him, she said. So, alright. Whatever. She didn't know what she wanted, big deal. As if he hadn't had enough of that recently.
He knew one day they would clash. Their wolves were both so powerful, so fierce. He had foreseen little scuffles with her, having to re-earn her wolf's trust and loyalty for anyone but itself. He was ready for that. Eager for it, even. Wanted to be worthy for her, and her wolf. But this? This was not what he'd expected at all. This was not her strength battling his, their wills pushing against each other until one gave way in a clap of power. He didn't know what the hell this was, but his beast's continued silence told him more than enough.
It was not impressed.
He sighed again and shook his head, weary of this rift thrusting its way between them. They'd had something, hadn't they? The start of something new, something good in the midst of all the bad tumbling around him, piling at his feet. Was it gone so swiftly?
"None of this was your fault, and I'm certain you already know it. What has happened is between her and I and no other. At the fault of no other." Not even the bastard she'd-
It didn't matter.
He couldn't help it. He tugged back on his Winter, pulled it as far inside him as he could manage and stepped to her. His breath rolled against her cheek, eyes heavy-lidded with a sorrow at their tension as he drifted to her jaw. To the start of her neck where he finally lay his nose lightly against her. Another step and a tuck of his chin brought his forehead pressed into her. He breathed her scent and sighed it out.
"I'm not a King," he reminded her softly, pulling away and stepping back again, "just a man. And your life is your own. You must choose for yourself where you want it to go." Or if you want it to stay.
