09-04-2016, 02:44 PM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
He says nothing. Just drops his wings over his back as if it were a cloak, the comfort that came from only one other in her entire life. She was normally the one who would be standing alone, forever the pillar of strength, not needing anyone; never trusting anyone. And yet at this juncture, she was not sure she even trusted herself with the emotions she was feeling towards Ruan. Her love was definitely charged by the magic that no longer existed within her; and yet the physical presence as a side effect was something that could not be ignored; and could not be remedied, either.
She was afraid to cry any longer—she wanted to him to say something. This was not the side of herself she was familiar with seeing. She was the strong woman; the foreign affairs woman who had the ability to topple Kingdoms; and had. To be the lovesick teenage girl, not remembering to say her prayers and instead making out in the confession box… this was not her. She was ages older than him, and yet, her heart was indiscriminately his.
Probably for life.
So, as she shifted against him, she knew what he wanted her to say. But Reagan had never been a very good listener.
She would make him come to her, and not the other way around. This was not a game for children, and she was not a child with a teenage crush. This was a matter of remembering who she was, and wondering if the one she had chosen could keep up with her, and had the masculinity within himself to prove it.
She was afraid to cry any longer—she wanted to him to say something. This was not the side of herself she was familiar with seeing. She was the strong woman; the foreign affairs woman who had the ability to topple Kingdoms; and had. To be the lovesick teenage girl, not remembering to say her prayers and instead making out in the confession box… this was not her. She was ages older than him, and yet, her heart was indiscriminately his.
Probably for life.
So, as she shifted against him, she knew what he wanted her to say. But Reagan had never been a very good listener.
She would make him come to her, and not the other way around. This was not a game for children, and she was not a child with a teenage crush. This was a matter of remembering who she was, and wondering if the one she had chosen could keep up with her, and had the masculinity within himself to prove it.