09-25-2021, 08:37 PM
Touching, whispering to each other in the dark heart of the Forest: these were things she shouldn’t be doing. Not after only meeting him twice, this lion with the heart of a dying star. My lion she thought irrationally, surprised when he began tracing her cheek with his soft nose. Cheri hadn’t expected it to feel like ice pricking her skin, giving her gooseflesh. His touch shouldn’t feel so tempting at first taste, either. She thought these kinds of emotions and feelings came slowly, built themselves over the months and years of knowing someone else, but clearly she was wrong.
She wanted more from him, and that was very irrational of her. Dangerously irrational, considering how tangled things could get between them. She cared for him a lot, obviously - or else she wouldn’t have drained herself entirely to bring him back, but there was a problem: they knew almost nothing about one another. He’d literally just gotten done telling her that he transformed into a skeleton at night, and he clearly had no idea where she lived or who she’d become.
And yet, it didn’t stop Cheri from wanting to tell Sorren that yes, she passionately loved him. As irrational as it might seem, the feeling of his breath warming her dew-damp hair had her thinking of doing this every night - skeleton or not. In fact she wanted to remain here until then, just to prove it. Except she didn't; the truth as to why she came here in the first place kept Cheri quiet.
She’d come here looking for Targaryen; by a stroke of luck she found him instead. Fate (she assumed) had a sinister edge to it. Only a thing like destiny could have her feeling this way so suddenly about a stranger from her past, when the childhood love of her present still hovered somewhere in the unknown corners of this world. Her guilt ate at her, but Cheri withdrew her head from the safety of Sorren’s embrace and looked him over, unashamed.
“Stay with me, Sorren. In Loess.” She asked him in a low voice. The silent woods absorbed her words and kept them from traveling too far, but there was no mistaking the undercurrent of longing within them.
“We’re connected now.” Her nose bumped into his, almost invisible in the dark. “I want to explore your unknown corners, and show you mine.”
Another adventure, a new discovery. Targaryen had his chance and he left her of his own free will. Beneath it all - the emotions, the desire - there was a gleaming pair of red eyes boring through her subconscious, taunting her. Another prayers, they would probably say. Cheri could almost hear the chuckle and picture that characteristic smirk. Instead of confronting them, she ground her teeth together and pushed her uncertainties away.
“I’m not sure what exactly ‘this’ is -” whatever they were becoming, “- but I know what it could be.”
And that, she refused to say, is what led me to you instead.
She wanted more from him, and that was very irrational of her. Dangerously irrational, considering how tangled things could get between them. She cared for him a lot, obviously - or else she wouldn’t have drained herself entirely to bring him back, but there was a problem: they knew almost nothing about one another. He’d literally just gotten done telling her that he transformed into a skeleton at night, and he clearly had no idea where she lived or who she’d become.
And yet, it didn’t stop Cheri from wanting to tell Sorren that yes, she passionately loved him. As irrational as it might seem, the feeling of his breath warming her dew-damp hair had her thinking of doing this every night - skeleton or not. In fact she wanted to remain here until then, just to prove it. Except she didn't; the truth as to why she came here in the first place kept Cheri quiet.
She’d come here looking for Targaryen; by a stroke of luck she found him instead. Fate (she assumed) had a sinister edge to it. Only a thing like destiny could have her feeling this way so suddenly about a stranger from her past, when the childhood love of her present still hovered somewhere in the unknown corners of this world. Her guilt ate at her, but Cheri withdrew her head from the safety of Sorren’s embrace and looked him over, unashamed.
“Stay with me, Sorren. In Loess.” She asked him in a low voice. The silent woods absorbed her words and kept them from traveling too far, but there was no mistaking the undercurrent of longing within them.
“We’re connected now.” Her nose bumped into his, almost invisible in the dark. “I want to explore your unknown corners, and show you mine.”
Another adventure, a new discovery. Targaryen had his chance and he left her of his own free will. Beneath it all - the emotions, the desire - there was a gleaming pair of red eyes boring through her subconscious, taunting her. Another prayers, they would probably say. Cheri could almost hear the chuckle and picture that characteristic smirk. Instead of confronting them, she ground her teeth together and pushed her uncertainties away.
“I’m not sure what exactly ‘this’ is -” whatever they were becoming, “- but I know what it could be.”
And that, she refused to say, is what led me to you instead.
@sorren