He was as always, an enigma. Free as a bird, tied down by nothing and no one. Except perhaps Aegean. Except perhaps, to a lesser extent, to her. An elastic kind of connection that stretched and twisted to its breaking point and back, over and over again. Once more they stood together, connected. She still melted to his touch, still sighed at his word. Could feel herself trying to forgive the absense that had lasted far longer than she'd ever thought he'd make her wait.
It was difficult to imagine going on as if nothing had changed in that time.
Her gaze rested unblinking on his face as he spoke what she knew he must believe to be truth. The turbulence of what he made her feel left her landsick, unsteady. Like she couldn't get her feet used to the solid shore again. Her head shook with the sensation, desperate to stay in control.
"You are an impossible stallion," she groused, ears flicking testily. "There is no 'of course' about it. None." Not when he had stated so clearly on one of their last days together that he didn't. Her mouth mirrored his, tight and flat. It only tightened further as he laughed.
With a shrug, she looked away, the defeat that had colored his tone now settling on her own. "You've always talked well. But you'll have to forgive me. I don't think words will be enough this time around." She wanted to believe him. Believe that she was more than a convenient lay. That he wouldn't disappear again without warning, and leave her high and dry. That he would care beyond the rising of the sun.
Time would tell.
It was difficult to imagine going on as if nothing had changed in that time.
Her gaze rested unblinking on his face as he spoke what she knew he must believe to be truth. The turbulence of what he made her feel left her landsick, unsteady. Like she couldn't get her feet used to the solid shore again. Her head shook with the sensation, desperate to stay in control.
"You are an impossible stallion," she groused, ears flicking testily. "There is no 'of course' about it. None." Not when he had stated so clearly on one of their last days together that he didn't. Her mouth mirrored his, tight and flat. It only tightened further as he laughed.
With a shrug, she looked away, the defeat that had colored his tone now settling on her own. "You've always talked well. But you'll have to forgive me. I don't think words will be enough this time around." She wanted to believe him. Believe that she was more than a convenient lay. That he wouldn't disappear again without warning, and leave her high and dry. That he would care beyond the rising of the sun.
Time would tell.