Sweet Nothing

So he wasn't sure what it was like to love and be loved? The female listened, tried to truly understand the male sitting beside her because his words were the only thing anchoring her to that very spot. What he was saying was important, was possibly the rawest, most honest thing that he had buckled down and managed to say. She didn't want to let this moment go, she didn't want to forget - and she probably never would, no matter the turn out of their tultmous relationship. He wasn't sure whether he liked her? Loved her? He did know, that he couldn't have her because he had Kamala - because she wouldn't be first or second or third to Kamala or whoever else he wanted in his life.


With the distance that she was trying to put between them because they were from two different families with two entirely different traditions (ooc: except not really lmao) and there wasn't a way in the world that they could work... he was becoming more attached. She nearly smirked, he was spoiled, spoiled when it came to his whims and wishes and women. Yet he did not deny that he felt something for her that he wasn't used to, that he wasn't sure how to identify but there was a pull - and that was something that she could understand. Her heartbeat quieted, and her breathing slowed as she leaned on him, as if she was trying to meld into his side so that she would never have to leave. The yearling's ears twitched, and she wondered for a moment what he could be thinking - how he would deal with this issue that was barely an issue at all.


Trying not to get her hopes up, but not wanting to drag the both of them any further down, the best thing that the beta could do was listen. He hadn't taken their first night together seriously - and although that hurt, it was something that she should have accepted weeks ago. He was a male, one that was not tied to rules of loyalty or monogomy when it came to his women. She was an easy target - yet something... happened to the two of them that neither one of them could logically explain. He admitted that he wasn't sure why women were so sensitive about their virginal status, and a tiny smile spread over her lips. "You are such a boy Gideon. I don't expect you to - it's fine." She teased lightly, the hurt in her heart quelled by the closeness of his body and the sound of his voice. Although she would quite possibly break down once he was gone again, he was here now and things didn't feel as bad as they actually were.


"If I were a Seracian, wouldn't I be worth more as a virgin? To give me away as a wife, it would be better for my husband to be my one and only. From a political standpoint, it shouldn't be so hard to grasp. Emotionally though I... I don't think I can explain." She was lucky, lucky that she could give herself to whoever she fell in love with. Valhalla was different, and she would remember not to take pleasantries such as equality and the freedom to map out your life no matter who you were - for granted. Gideon's woman, Kamala, she was doing this for the sake of her Kingdom. A noble thing to do, that warrented respect and the highest regardes - but Chrysanthe wasn't sure whether she could ever do something so selfless for her family without feeling like she was being used.


Quieting, the female hummed softly, contentedly against Gideon's chest, feeling warmer and far more safe than she should have as he pulled her into a wolven hug. His next words though, confused her - shocked her greatly. She had told him that he didn't have to do anything rash, that she expected nothing from him in terms of his traditions and the way that he lived his life. Yet for her he was willing to try. It opened up possibilities and hope and doubts all at the same time. She was ecstatic, and it took effort to keep herself from tackling the brute beside her with his statement. The first question that nearly left her mouth was wondering exactly when his wedding was - but giving herself a time limit would only make this harder. "As long as you are mine, I am yours." She said simply, reaching out and bathing his throat and neck in kisses.


He was beautiful, and in this moment she could say that he was hers. The ache in her chest vanished all together, and the stress and anxiosness within her muscles soothed as well. Laughter bubbled from her lips, and she pressed into Gideon just a bit too lightly to be considered a shove, but enough for him to have to press back to not be tipped off balance. "Here's to trying to make this work." She said softly, pressing a kiss to his dark lips and letting her muzzle linger next to his a few moments longer than necessary.