10-22-2016, 04:55 AM
She comes, of course she comes. He is the flame and she’s he moth, luring her in just like that. Even though she knows he can hurt her. In fact, he had hurt her quite badly the last time they had met. Not physically, Lior would never lay a hand on her, but his words, the venom in his voice and the disappointment in his eyes had hurt even more. But here she is, drawn to him, even though she’s fully aware of the fact that he might just lash out at her again. Igni just hopes he does not.
The hope and the almost blind believe that he hadn’t meant his words and that he would be sorry aren’t the only things that have drawn her out today. There is more, like a something lingers in the air, a tingling on her skin, even if there was nobody near her. Igni finds him in the meadow. With every step that she takes in his direction the fluttering in her stomach, the tingling of her skin and the underlying fear grow stronger. Why would you voluntarily go to someone who might hurt you? Ration and love are no match.
She stops in front of him, heart beating so strongly in her chest that she’s almost afraid that he could hear it. Shyly, but also ready to embrace herself for the next harsh words, she looks up to him, nibbling her lower lip slightly. Igni parts her lips to speak, multiple times actually, only to close them again. Swallowing the dry lump in her throat she eventually manages. ”L..Lior?” Voice soft and shaking, as if she is afraid for what might come, and at the same time hoping for him to just bump his muzzle against her pol like he had always done when they met up.
Heath is something new for the young blue roan girl. Of course she knows about the flowers and the bees, she’s not a complete moron, but the effect on her body is a new sensation. Like she’s on the edge of something, nervous, but thrilled at the same time. Craving for things that have formerly been unknown to her, although she might confuse them with the lovesick butterflies that flutter in her stomach.
The hope and the almost blind believe that he hadn’t meant his words and that he would be sorry aren’t the only things that have drawn her out today. There is more, like a something lingers in the air, a tingling on her skin, even if there was nobody near her. Igni finds him in the meadow. With every step that she takes in his direction the fluttering in her stomach, the tingling of her skin and the underlying fear grow stronger. Why would you voluntarily go to someone who might hurt you? Ration and love are no match.
She stops in front of him, heart beating so strongly in her chest that she’s almost afraid that he could hear it. Shyly, but also ready to embrace herself for the next harsh words, she looks up to him, nibbling her lower lip slightly. Igni parts her lips to speak, multiple times actually, only to close them again. Swallowing the dry lump in her throat she eventually manages. ”L..Lior?” Voice soft and shaking, as if she is afraid for what might come, and at the same time hoping for him to just bump his muzzle against her pol like he had always done when they met up.
Heath is something new for the young blue roan girl. Of course she knows about the flowers and the bees, she’s not a complete moron, but the effect on her body is a new sensation. Like she’s on the edge of something, nervous, but thrilled at the same time. Craving for things that have formerly been unknown to her, although she might confuse them with the lovesick butterflies that flutter in her stomach.