Throw it all in my face [{Merida}]

[Merida]

Merida

from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken

The darkness in his voice (the sadness, the solemnity) is quelled for the time being, replaced with the knowing smirk that she has come to enjoy, rather than being irked at its sight on his black-lined lips. She can tell that he is happier when she is beside him, and though she does not like the idea of needing to be protected, she cannot help how being near to his behemoth form creates a haven for her, knowing that he would never allow anything to happen to her. She did not like being a creature that called out for protecting, but if it is him, she cannot find out why that idea suddenly rests easy in her mind.

Merida is still hidden in the mass of his shoulder, pridefully averting her ember-like gaze and staring almost angrily into the familiarity of his bulk, brow furrowed. She does not see the outrageous grin that she has caused to split across his lips, but of course her admission causes a teasing tone to bellow from his chest, which in turn puts her ears down and backward against the thickness of her neck. He nudges her, the movement creating a ripple of her thin lips to part from her teeth - warning him, but at the same time not forcing him away. There is amusement that hums in the way she growls at him, displeased at where the conversation has brought them to, but all the while enchanted by the way her heart thrums perilously in her tiny chest.  

“I do not think we are creatures capable of discussing love,” she tells him chidingly, finally meeting his gaze with burning red irises, the white of her chin showing as she thrusts her snout upwards, teeth bared - defiant in explaining her emotions yet all too easily letting them be seen. Does she even know what love truly means? She couldn’t begin to unravel the idea of it, not the way it had been made to seem in stories and fairytales - but the way they are together, the way they are partners, the way a night is much too cold without the other...maybe.

Maybe she could understand that.

“You’ve brought this on!” Her voice is accusing as it rises from her throat, lids narrowing over her fiery irises. Then, quieter: “You...you did this to me.” She huffs, and almost defeatedly, lowers her head with a soft thump onto her outstretched paws. Her lips still twitch idly, frustrated yet utterly fascinated by the flurry of emotions that are encasing her. She hadn’t meant to tell him anything about love, but she has found herself here anyways. Now she sits beside him, confused as ever.

Is that love?

“You started it. I think you loved me first.” Humor riddles her vibrant eyes as they flicker to meet his, the snarl of her lips curving into a grin. No, there is no way she’s going to admit anything to him without being sure that this feeling - whatever it actually is - is mutual.

@[Crevan]
she is so dang stubborn i'm sorry <3