09-10-2017, 08:56 PM
tantalize
I'll believe in you and trust
On the day you finally see the way you treated me
Was a far cry from love
Yes, the red eyes. What had made her suspicious of him to begin with, the possibility of being related. The sons had always been the ones to inherit when it came to Cross’s many children, rarely the daughters. A memory seems to crawl over his features and her cat like gaze zeros in on him, cocking her head slightly. ”You’ve met.” It’s not a question, just curiosity. Wondering what would have brought those two together. She’s not sure she wants to know.
The silence thunders against her eardrums, watching him carefully. Assuming only the worst. Perhaps knowing her is too much of a chance, she wouldn’t hold it against him. She understood how the guardian must put it’s people first over personal choices… Even if she hadn’t always done it herself. That flicker of worry in the depths of red that matches her own, makes her chest restrict and tighten. She will not let him see her disappointment, long lashes lowering slightly to hide what she normally could push down so easily.
These days it was harder, constantly having to look over her shoulder. Preparing for the worst.
The warmth of his breath as his muzzle passes by her cheek, resting in the nook of her neck. Allowing herself to inhale his scent, dark like charcoal and salty. She resists from instinctually pressing her lips against his chest, just to taste the sea. Instead curling her neck, bringing her muzzle to her chest, drawing down her tangled forelock. Her feelings a constant tug of war of wanting to connect or withdrawing.
He speaks of Gryffen and she is quiet, listening. Looking for someone. ”Who did he seek?” She murmurs quietly, wondering if perhaps he had finally discovered the daughter she had spirited away. Unaware that Magnus, brilliant and beloved Magnus, had done much the same later on for the same mare and another child. It takes her a minute to register the name, her worry of her half-brother momentarily forgotten. ”Magnus’s rule? You have seen him?” She had known he had returned from the dead but had been unable to contact him since. It brought an odd sorrow she usually didn’t feel, one of the few kin that had ever truly cared what happened to her.
Thoughts of her Uncle are broken as a frown contorts his dark lips and she meets his hard gaze with one of her own. ”He has always tested boundaries, working under the protection of a ruler. A schemer behind the scenes. But now… He’s had a taste of what he can do on his own.” A soft shake of her head. ”No… Taiga will only be the beginning.” A pause as she remembers the beaten mare, caring only to save her child. Knowing the sacrifice she was making. ”I know what he can do.”