07-17-2016, 12:05 AM
My startled, stuttered reaction to that almost kiss has my poor rainbow girl turning a very bright shade of red and putting distance between us, avoiding my gaze. “Hey,” I murmur, closing that distance and touching my nose to her shoulder to get her to turn and look at me. “It’s okay, honey. You don’t need to be embarrassed.” A sad little half-smile on my face, I meet her pretty blue eyes with my drab brown ones--sky and dirt, and isn’t that the truth? Don’t let me drag you into the dark, love.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I know how...confusing and…” I almost wish for her sake that I could change colors, so she could see how bright red I would be too. “I understand complicated emotions is all,” I try again, glancing away. Boy, is that an understatement. The way I feel for Lee, and...and for Argo...I understand how easily innocent touches can take on unexpected meaning.
I meet her eyes again, leaning in to gently bump my shoulder against hers. “Please don’t feel bad, angel. I love you, and I don’t ever want to be the reason you’re feeling sad or embarrassed or uncomfortable. We’re okay, alright, love?” Her reaction was enough to tell me I didn’t misread the situation, didn’t read too much into the way her lips lingered at the corner of my mouth, or the intensity in her voice, in her eyes. But she has nothing to feel bad about.
Hell, I’ve done far more than that with Lee. I’ve...at least thought about as much with Argo. I’m the last person who would ever judge her for getting caught up in a moment, or in the touch of skin on skin, or the giddy rush of hormones racing like fire in the blood.
She changes her coat to match mine, trading in the bright red of embarrassment for the shadows and dirt of my coat, the mist and ash of my mane and tail. “Very neat,” I agree, leaning into her to compare. I love her sunshine bright coat, so happy and cheery and radiant. But I understand the appeal of hiding in the shadows, and besides. She looks adorable dressed up like me. “Goes really well with the blue of your eyes.” Still, I smile when she returns to her normal golden shade. “That’s better. There’s my Mari girl.” She should shine like the sun.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I know how...confusing and…” I almost wish for her sake that I could change colors, so she could see how bright red I would be too. “I understand complicated emotions is all,” I try again, glancing away. Boy, is that an understatement. The way I feel for Lee, and...and for Argo...I understand how easily innocent touches can take on unexpected meaning.
I meet her eyes again, leaning in to gently bump my shoulder against hers. “Please don’t feel bad, angel. I love you, and I don’t ever want to be the reason you’re feeling sad or embarrassed or uncomfortable. We’re okay, alright, love?” Her reaction was enough to tell me I didn’t misread the situation, didn’t read too much into the way her lips lingered at the corner of my mouth, or the intensity in her voice, in her eyes. But she has nothing to feel bad about.
Hell, I’ve done far more than that with Lee. I’ve...at least thought about as much with Argo. I’m the last person who would ever judge her for getting caught up in a moment, or in the touch of skin on skin, or the giddy rush of hormones racing like fire in the blood.
She changes her coat to match mine, trading in the bright red of embarrassment for the shadows and dirt of my coat, the mist and ash of my mane and tail. “Very neat,” I agree, leaning into her to compare. I love her sunshine bright coat, so happy and cheery and radiant. But I understand the appeal of hiding in the shadows, and besides. She looks adorable dressed up like me. “Goes really well with the blue of your eyes.” Still, I smile when she returns to her normal golden shade. “That’s better. There’s my Mari girl.” She should shine like the sun.