Same Kind of Rush
06-16-2013, 11:46 AM
In the silence, perfection could be found. Well, it was perfection to Ocena at least. Maybe this wouldn't have meant the same thing to some wolves, and who was Ocena to judge? But this, right here, their bodies pressed together, breaths intermingling, was heaven, to Ocena. If they never moved, if they never remembered the pups that slept on peacefully beneath the watchful gaze of Crusade, then that was all right with her. She could stay like this forever. It was something she'd missed, as the pups began to dominate her life. Just sitting like this, with Gargoyle at her side and love in their hearts. Their movements were soft and careful, a silent escape to another realm, one of ice and snow and stark beauty and harsh contrasts. Even in the darkness, even with one blind eye, Ocena felt absolutely safe. Gargoyle would not allow anything to happen to her, and she knew that she would fight her best to make sure that nothing happened to him. She trusted him, trusted his strength and surety as they climbed upwards, making their careful and silent way up the side of the mountain, climbing towards a place that only Gargoyle knew. Trusting him implicitly, however, meant that Ocena was content to follow, each pawstep careful and ginger as they made their way along. Gargoyle's words were strangely loud in the silence of their icy realm, but they were beautiful all the same. As he pressed a kiss against her eye, Ocena butted her head against his, inhaling his scent and feeling a moment's sheer bliss as he continued to speak. "Gargoyle," The name rolled off her tongue with a loving note to it, "I know that you're busy. And I don't blame you for that," She nudged her shoulder against his bulk lightly, playfully, "And believe me, I don't feel left out. Your children are quite the pawful." The teasing note in her voice faded as she continued, becoming more serious. "When you are away, I miss you, of course. It's like a part of me is missing. But I understand the necessity of it, and I love you." There was something nice about saying something like that out loud. To admit that she missed him, sometimes, when he was away on his bear hunts and accepting wolves and all of that. They were necessary duties for a pack leader, but she missed him while he was doing them. Dainty paws carried Ocena a little closer to the massive male, a difficult feat considering they were already touching, and a sigh escaped her. This, right here, was heaven. "I love you." Ocena repeated it again, tilting her head back to smile at Gargoyle. She could still remember their first meeting, how he had been so shocked that she was willing to attempt to join a pack of which she knew nothing. She could remember, in the aftermath of the volcanic eruption, the way that Gargoyle had protected the half blind female, guiding her away from the rubble and leading her to safety. The memories began to blur together after that, but he had always been there for her. She had loved him for what felt like her entire life. Maybe her life hadn't begun until she met him. Speech |