Lost in the constellations

*Xephyris* · 08-27-2016, 11:40 PM

"I'm a walking, talking danger zone." A slight snort of amusement passed his nostrils at her comment. "That you are," he agreed, smirking at her, although he couldn't ignore the searing concern he felt toward her carelessness. His blue-specked eyes narrowed against the spray of sea water as she stood, shaking out her drenched coat right next to him, before seating herself again like nothing had happened. The sound of her bells filled the air with their cheery jingle as she moved. He chuckled, shaking his head as water dripped from his whiskers. He couldn't be mad at her. In fact, this was why he enjoyed her company so much. She always made the tension leave his body, chipping away at his stony, overly serious attitude little by little, as difficult as that could be. And she never reacted to his crankiness with anger of her own - her mood was never brought down by him, and in turn, inspired him to let go of the humorless front he normally wore.

Yep, he also worried too much. He could tell in the way that she remained silent that she didn't feel his worry was necessary, and his suggestion at bringing her 'home' brought a wrinkle of disgust to her face. He sighed. He couldn't help himself. There were few things in this world that he really felt any strain of emotion for, but when he did, perhaps he felt it a little bit too much. There was little balance in his emotional state; he was stuck at one extreme or another. Jaelle's simple yet eye-catching beauty and charming personality had certainly captured a part of him. It was something he couldn't ignore, and he felt an overbearing protectiveness over her, for she seemed so naive. She was independent and capable, he knew it in the back of his mind, but that logic could not win over his concern. The few things that brought him joy, the bonds he had, however shallow, were things he was not willing to let go of easily, nor could he act like he cared less than he did. Toning down the extent of his concern was not an option. Perhaps he felt a little too strongly, but it was simply a part of who he was. He was certainly not a man to settle with just one pretty face, but she was still someone he valued, and he couldn't stop the worry that grated at him.

However, he was momentarily distracted from all of that when she leaned forward, brushing her nose against his cheek as she encouraged him to describe what news he brought. He took in a breath, closing his eyes for a moment as her touch sent a delightful shock throughout his body. When he opened his eyes again, he sat up straight, looking to her duo-toned eyes. He knew the news wouldn't bother her so much as it bothered him. Xephyris was a man of routine, structure and familiarity, and Jaelle was the exact opposite. Yet, he was grateful that she was willing to listen, even if what he was about to say did not affect her. "Myriad has been disbanded," he informed her, the muscles in his shoulders tensing slightly as his ears pressed back, "So there's nowhere to go home to, anyways... I don't know what to do now. I need structure, I need a cause to lend my strength to. I can't do that just wandering around on my own." The somber conviction could be heard in his voice clearly. He knew what he wanted to do with himself, but how could he accomplish that when every pack he gave himself to fell apart so soon? He wondered if the woman would have any suggestions, or if she could eve understand the way he felt so unfulfilled without a place to root himself.

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