01-05-2017, 05:38 PM
Ruan
He visibly relaxed at the relief she showed when she recognized him. He may have wicked scars where his wings had been, but he was still himself. Mostly. He hadn't been entirely confident in how he'd be received by her, and it was rewarding to see she still thought well of him. They hadn't got to spend much time together that day they met, so he looked forward to this even if she was so clearly agitated.
His brows pulled together in concern as she snorted, shook her head, danced about. She was edgy, clearly frustrated with something. He could practically hear her shouting in her movements, upset at something she could never truly express to him. It made him wish he had the ability to unlock her mind and voice, but at the same time, he enjoyed that she was who she was. That her slender, dark figure was her voice.
She breathed softly in his direction, a clear apology though he felt it unnecessary. He shook his head, a faint smile in the corner of his mouth. No need, he said back in his own silence. Was it wrong to use words when she couldn't? He wasn't sure, but he assumed she had been born this way, would always be this way, and so she would be accustomed to being talked at. Right? Perhaps, she even enjoyed it at times, a break in the silence.
I would solve this for you, he said honestly. Whatever it was, he would do what he could to fix it and make her happy again. He supposed they barely knew each other, and perhaps it was odd for him to.. care that much. But he meant it. Whatever it was, he'd do it. It seemed he had an involuntary soft-spot for her, which surprised him, but was also brushed aside as soon as he acknowledged it.
Is there something I can do? Can I help?
His brows pulled together in concern as she snorted, shook her head, danced about. She was edgy, clearly frustrated with something. He could practically hear her shouting in her movements, upset at something she could never truly express to him. It made him wish he had the ability to unlock her mind and voice, but at the same time, he enjoyed that she was who she was. That her slender, dark figure was her voice.
She breathed softly in his direction, a clear apology though he felt it unnecessary. He shook his head, a faint smile in the corner of his mouth. No need, he said back in his own silence. Was it wrong to use words when she couldn't? He wasn't sure, but he assumed she had been born this way, would always be this way, and so she would be accustomed to being talked at. Right? Perhaps, she even enjoyed it at times, a break in the silence.
I would solve this for you, he said honestly. Whatever it was, he would do what he could to fix it and make her happy again. He supposed they barely knew each other, and perhaps it was odd for him to.. care that much. But he meant it. Whatever it was, he'd do it. It seemed he had an involuntary soft-spot for her, which surprised him, but was also brushed aside as soon as he acknowledged it.
Is there something I can do? Can I help?
