Gotta raise a little hell
09-07-2016, 11:18 PM
He watched her slowly go from rage to something that looked like confusion or bewilderment as he spoke, even sending her back onto her rump. Well, at least he had gotten her to listen now. Once he had talked himself out he wouldn't say another word. Instead, he just watched her. He searched for any reaction or response- weather it was positive or negative he didn't care. He just needed some sign that his words meant something significant to her. He was a lier and a murder. She was the only one that could pull this kind of truth and emotion out of him. When she stood once again to close what little space was still between them he let her without complaint. A quiet sigh passed his lips when her neck pressed to his and he lightly leaned into the touch. He thought he would find some kind of joy from her touch, but it was much more akin to peace or relief. His ears perked a bit when she spoke, listening to the short response that she offered him. He hesitated for a moment, not entirely sure what she was apologizing for. Although in the end he wondered if it really mattered. She could be apologizing for everything or nothing. He knew that for a girl like her just saying sorry wasn't an easy task. "I'm sorry too..." he rumbled softly, leaning into her more earnestly. His chest pressed into hers gently while his neck curved around hers. He buried his face in Mercy's scruff, breathing in her scent that he loved so desperately. What did it mean to want her by his side every moment of the day while still wanting to give her the freedom and growth she deserved? He didn't know how to do that. But... He wanted to learn. He wanted to learn so desperately. He wanted to be everything she needed him to be and more. He turned his head to nibble lightly at the fur and skin right between her shoulder blades. He was trying his best to keep himself from just forgetting all this emotional talk and getting to what they were both far more comfortable with. Being surrounded with her scent was making it hard though. He needed to get past this though. He needed to address all of this now because he wasn't sure how he would ever get the courage to do it again. "Mercy, I... I want you. Not just you, but your heart and your soul. No matter if they're in broken or in pieces. I want all of you." As he spoke softly he brought his head up, his muzzle lightly brushing the back of her neck as he shifted so he could reach her ears. His tongue ran over the delicate skin gently before his teeth found one and grazed across it. "Even if you can't be with just me... That's okay. I just want to be the only one that knows your heart and soul like this." He pulled back from her just enough do that his eyes could find hers and he searched her expression for any reaction again. Before he could stop them and before he really even consciously thought of them, the words came tumbling out of his mouth. "I love you, Mercy." He snapped his jaws shut, cutting himself off before he went rambling on again. What was he thinking?! Maybe that was the problem. Perhaps he wasn't thinking. He had over thought everything for so long and now he was just going on his emotions and his gut and he didn't know how to handle it. |
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