08-29-2016, 09:25 PM
Ruan
Ruan sensed more than saw her step away after his unbidden touch. Was she uncomfortable with all contact or uncomfortable with his, he wondered silently. His eyes met hers and he thought he saw confusion there. Had he done something wrong? Perhaps he should not have touched her so intimately.
Oblivious to her invasive magic, he studied her. She seemed lost in thought, considering something perhaps. His eyes dragged away from her face grudgingly to see her kicking belly. The child was already so strong, and he smiled wondering what it felt like and if it bothered her at all to be punched from the inside by teeny hooves.
She seemed pretty strong as well. And powerful. He found her eyes once again. What kind of magic did she wield that gave her control to fly through the air, and sweep away snow with a gust? Was she gifted with wind? That possibility amused him, imagining the creation of a massive blizzard with his own magic mixed in to blow away and freeze their enemies should they have any.. Did she have any? A friendship with him meant hers became his, loyal to a fault for the ones he chose to care for.
His mind was brought around to her again at her slightest movement, like a tug at the leash. She shook out her coat but more than snow fell from her, scars and discoloration -age, even- disintegrated in glittering dust. His wide eyes took her in slowly from top to bottom and back again, every plane, every curve. Surprise and shock at this new revelation etched across his face.
She was stunning. Radiant.
Soft grey, plush as a newborn's teddy, swaddled her figure. He fought the desire to stuff his nose against her and breathe in her coat, test the softness for himself. Dark points snuggled her legs like luxurious black silk. Was that a hint of lust in his eye? Admiration? He who never based attachment on appearances? Whatever it was, it was immediately replaced with a thick fog of confusion, clawing through whatever primal emotion he'd just felt.
What kind of magic allowed her to change appearance at whim. His ear twitched uncertainly. Perhaps she had multiple magics; wind and..this other one. Or..was it possible she had the greatest magic? The true unfiltered, mutation-free power over all things?
Did it really matter to him?
Was this even her true appearance or another facade she chose to wear? Was he being manipulated? Wearing which mask she thought would entice a different manner of him? A small tug of hurt pinched at his heart. Well it worked. His reaction was proof of that. Gone was the venerable and powerful deity; replaced now with a pristine goddess. No matter her appearance, she still unwittingly commanded reverence and awe.
But there was a truth in her soulful eyes. And he ..chose to accept this as the real Reagan, not a cruel manipulation. Otherworldly and glorious and utterly authentic.
He quickly swallowed his barbaric reactions. His eyes softened and another little smile tipped his lips in greeting, a silent "hello" to her true self. Ruan took control over his emotions once again, solid and tranquil; at ease with her. All of her, whoever that was. Only an underlying uncertainty tainted his thoughts like a wisp of poisonous smoke.
She was at his side, and despite her faint retreat from his touch to her hip earlier, she leaned her body against him, looking off into the distance. Another wave of calm flowed through him, and he didn't fight the urge this time as he curled his neck to brush at her cheek-
but stopped short at her spoken words. His body stiffened and he quickly retracted his almost-touch.
She is not coming back, you know.
The words echoed in his mind like a haunting melody. She is not coming back, you know..
What..?
Ruan pulled back from her, stepping away so that he could see her face clearly. His spotted side was instantly chilled where her warmth had been. Dark brows knitted together in confusion and disbelief, hurt.
Did she mean Morigan? How did she know? Her magic had to run deep and ancient to know such things. What else did she know of him? He felt naked and vulnerable, stripped of any sort of securities. She was a magician, a true magician. But more importantly, what the hell was wrong with Morigan?
"What do you mean? Is it Morigan; is she in trouble? Do you know how to find her?" It was the most he'd said to her thus far, and it wasn't even true conversation. His voice was edgy, strained with emotion. He'd do anything to bring Morigan to safety. He'd die for her without hesitation. Whatever it took, he'd return her home to him.
It was the least he could do for the young sister that chose to raise him. They'd shared a deep impenetrable bond through the years, after she pulled him from his mother's home seeing she was unfit to care for him any longer. He'd been thin and half-starved, but knew only love for his mother no matter the state of her mind. Just as he knew only love for his dear sister, the only family he had left. He wondered if she'd had children yet; he wanted to see them, play with them, care for them.
His tortured eyes searched Reagan's for answers he was afraid to hear, but desperately needed to. Their budding friendship aside, Morigan's truth had to be known.
Oblivious to her invasive magic, he studied her. She seemed lost in thought, considering something perhaps. His eyes dragged away from her face grudgingly to see her kicking belly. The child was already so strong, and he smiled wondering what it felt like and if it bothered her at all to be punched from the inside by teeny hooves.
She seemed pretty strong as well. And powerful. He found her eyes once again. What kind of magic did she wield that gave her control to fly through the air, and sweep away snow with a gust? Was she gifted with wind? That possibility amused him, imagining the creation of a massive blizzard with his own magic mixed in to blow away and freeze their enemies should they have any.. Did she have any? A friendship with him meant hers became his, loyal to a fault for the ones he chose to care for.
His mind was brought around to her again at her slightest movement, like a tug at the leash. She shook out her coat but more than snow fell from her, scars and discoloration -age, even- disintegrated in glittering dust. His wide eyes took her in slowly from top to bottom and back again, every plane, every curve. Surprise and shock at this new revelation etched across his face.
She was stunning. Radiant.
Soft grey, plush as a newborn's teddy, swaddled her figure. He fought the desire to stuff his nose against her and breathe in her coat, test the softness for himself. Dark points snuggled her legs like luxurious black silk. Was that a hint of lust in his eye? Admiration? He who never based attachment on appearances? Whatever it was, it was immediately replaced with a thick fog of confusion, clawing through whatever primal emotion he'd just felt.
What kind of magic allowed her to change appearance at whim. His ear twitched uncertainly. Perhaps she had multiple magics; wind and..this other one. Or..was it possible she had the greatest magic? The true unfiltered, mutation-free power over all things?
Did it really matter to him?
Was this even her true appearance or another facade she chose to wear? Was he being manipulated? Wearing which mask she thought would entice a different manner of him? A small tug of hurt pinched at his heart. Well it worked. His reaction was proof of that. Gone was the venerable and powerful deity; replaced now with a pristine goddess. No matter her appearance, she still unwittingly commanded reverence and awe.
But there was a truth in her soulful eyes. And he ..chose to accept this as the real Reagan, not a cruel manipulation. Otherworldly and glorious and utterly authentic.
He quickly swallowed his barbaric reactions. His eyes softened and another little smile tipped his lips in greeting, a silent "hello" to her true self. Ruan took control over his emotions once again, solid and tranquil; at ease with her. All of her, whoever that was. Only an underlying uncertainty tainted his thoughts like a wisp of poisonous smoke.
She was at his side, and despite her faint retreat from his touch to her hip earlier, she leaned her body against him, looking off into the distance. Another wave of calm flowed through him, and he didn't fight the urge this time as he curled his neck to brush at her cheek-
but stopped short at her spoken words. His body stiffened and he quickly retracted his almost-touch.
She is not coming back, you know.
The words echoed in his mind like a haunting melody. She is not coming back, you know..
What..?
Ruan pulled back from her, stepping away so that he could see her face clearly. His spotted side was instantly chilled where her warmth had been. Dark brows knitted together in confusion and disbelief, hurt.
Did she mean Morigan? How did she know? Her magic had to run deep and ancient to know such things. What else did she know of him? He felt naked and vulnerable, stripped of any sort of securities. She was a magician, a true magician. But more importantly, what the hell was wrong with Morigan?
"What do you mean? Is it Morigan; is she in trouble? Do you know how to find her?" It was the most he'd said to her thus far, and it wasn't even true conversation. His voice was edgy, strained with emotion. He'd do anything to bring Morigan to safety. He'd die for her without hesitation. Whatever it took, he'd return her home to him.
It was the least he could do for the young sister that chose to raise him. They'd shared a deep impenetrable bond through the years, after she pulled him from his mother's home seeing she was unfit to care for him any longer. He'd been thin and half-starved, but knew only love for his mother no matter the state of her mind. Just as he knew only love for his dear sister, the only family he had left. He wondered if she'd had children yet; he wanted to see them, play with them, care for them.
His tortured eyes searched Reagan's for answers he was afraid to hear, but desperately needed to. Their budding friendship aside, Morigan's truth had to be known.
OOC: ok, um. massive. also...couple slight freakouts of differing kinds =x
that first one was not in my posting notes but he forced me to write it when i was making his reply o.o
