11-20-2016, 01:28 AM
Rhae
Still, so very still. It was like he wasn't even breathing and here she was nearly panting in fright, nearly quaking under that intense stare.
Something in her eyes, or perhaps in her voice, tilted a corner of his perfectly-formed lips. She should fear it, and not find it at all attractive. And yet she foolishly felt both. It was not even close to fair how viciously handsome he was, even at such a young age. The quiet dragged on, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. She hoped to whatever Gods there may be that he couldn't hear it.
"Hello there," he drawled low, then noted exactly what she desperately wished she could hide. "You look frightened."
Of its own accord, her fear grew just a little and she swallowed a pathetic whimper. The world around them had nearly vanished completely. She couldn't even focus on anything but his striking eyes. She should look away, she should run. Why was she not running? Held in place by the terror gluing her firmly to the ground, she could only seem to wait and wonder what would happen next.
"Come here. Let me help." With a gentle command in his voice, her choice to run keenly slipped from her grasp. She took a hesitant step forward without being aware of it, her eyes finally breaking their hold and latching onto his shoulder where he gestured for her to join him. Every part of her ached to obey. She wanted to be there, at his side, close enough to feel the warmth of his body. If she did as he asked, he'd take care of her. He'd keep her safe from the others.
Her bright, blue eyes widened at her thoughts, and shot to his face again. It was a lie. He didn't want to keep her safe. There was no reason for him to protect her, an awkward young mare with crippling anxiety. She was only tricking herself into thinking such things. She was so stupid.
She lurched back, turning on her heel and running before she could fall under the spell of his enchanting gaze again. Her legs jerked away from her in the fastest gallop she'd ever managed in her life. Only the slightest hiccup in her gait announced the slight curve of her defective spine. Silky white hair waved behind her as though her very soul labored to keep up.
Something in her eyes, or perhaps in her voice, tilted a corner of his perfectly-formed lips. She should fear it, and not find it at all attractive. And yet she foolishly felt both. It was not even close to fair how viciously handsome he was, even at such a young age. The quiet dragged on, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. She hoped to whatever Gods there may be that he couldn't hear it.
"Hello there," he drawled low, then noted exactly what she desperately wished she could hide. "You look frightened."
Of its own accord, her fear grew just a little and she swallowed a pathetic whimper. The world around them had nearly vanished completely. She couldn't even focus on anything but his striking eyes. She should look away, she should run. Why was she not running? Held in place by the terror gluing her firmly to the ground, she could only seem to wait and wonder what would happen next.
"Come here. Let me help." With a gentle command in his voice, her choice to run keenly slipped from her grasp. She took a hesitant step forward without being aware of it, her eyes finally breaking their hold and latching onto his shoulder where he gestured for her to join him. Every part of her ached to obey. She wanted to be there, at his side, close enough to feel the warmth of his body. If she did as he asked, he'd take care of her. He'd keep her safe from the others.
Her bright, blue eyes widened at her thoughts, and shot to his face again. It was a lie. He didn't want to keep her safe. There was no reason for him to protect her, an awkward young mare with crippling anxiety. She was only tricking herself into thinking such things. She was so stupid.
She lurched back, turning on her heel and running before she could fall under the spell of his enchanting gaze again. Her legs jerked away from her in the fastest gallop she'd ever managed in her life. Only the slightest hiccup in her gait announced the slight curve of her defective spine. Silky white hair waved behind her as though her very soul labored to keep up.
ooc: time to play with some speed, pretty boy <3 ^.^