02-05-2017, 11:37 AM
Ruan
She was stunning and powerful even as her stride faltered and she slowed them to a stop. Blue eyes bright with the chase, he watched her curiously as sweat dampened her coat shades darker. Without even thinking on it, he cooled the air around her to relieve some of the heat, warping the temperature with his magic. Her sharp gaze took in the sight of the frosted wings he’d formed above her and he let them disintegrate to glittering dust, feeling suddenly a bit foolish for it.
She turned to him next, her muzzle extending and releasing a breath gently across his scar on one side. He tensed and jerked his gaze away but held still, his heart heavy and eyes haunted. He didn't want her to know of that day, to see him differently. It had been a time of great shame, as he lay worthless beneath a demon, as his wings were ripped from him one at a time. As he bled out into this very forest, his screams shattering the peace of his favorite place to be.
His eyes closed to shield her from the remenents of that pain, his chin falling lower and dark hair cascading over his face. He stepped closer to her and pressed his shoulder to hers lightly. A solid hold to bind him to the present, not to get lost in that dark moment that had changed him. Not to the days after when he had nearly been feral and attacked his own child. He swallowed, and shook his head, pulling a weak smile to his face as he opened ice-blue eyes to her again. He couldn't hold her stare for long this time, and they fell instead to the sweeping curve of her jaw.
It is done, now. It's nothing, he said quietly. It's in the past, cannot be changed.
The warmth at his shoulder gently soothed him, allowed him to carefully tuck away the terrible nightmares back into the past where they belonged. He was not helpless now, not anymore. It wouldn't happen again. Now he could fight back. With a faint tendril of reluctance, he removed himself from the closeness he'd pressed on her, settling a step away again and studying her with bright, blue eyes.
Will you visit the Taiga again soon? he asked, meaning it as an offer and hoping he'd see her again. I would like that, he added with a shaded smile.
She turned to him next, her muzzle extending and releasing a breath gently across his scar on one side. He tensed and jerked his gaze away but held still, his heart heavy and eyes haunted. He didn't want her to know of that day, to see him differently. It had been a time of great shame, as he lay worthless beneath a demon, as his wings were ripped from him one at a time. As he bled out into this very forest, his screams shattering the peace of his favorite place to be.
His eyes closed to shield her from the remenents of that pain, his chin falling lower and dark hair cascading over his face. He stepped closer to her and pressed his shoulder to hers lightly. A solid hold to bind him to the present, not to get lost in that dark moment that had changed him. Not to the days after when he had nearly been feral and attacked his own child. He swallowed, and shook his head, pulling a weak smile to his face as he opened ice-blue eyes to her again. He couldn't hold her stare for long this time, and they fell instead to the sweeping curve of her jaw.
It is done, now. It's nothing, he said quietly. It's in the past, cannot be changed.
The warmth at his shoulder gently soothed him, allowed him to carefully tuck away the terrible nightmares back into the past where they belonged. He was not helpless now, not anymore. It wouldn't happen again. Now he could fight back. With a faint tendril of reluctance, he removed himself from the closeness he'd pressed on her, settling a step away again and studying her with bright, blue eyes.
Will you visit the Taiga again soon? he asked, meaning it as an offer and hoping he'd see her again. I would like that, he added with a shaded smile.
