Gotta raise a little hell
09-27-2016, 08:52 PM
Gethin's ruby gaze darted back up to Mercy's face when he heard her desperate plea for him not to shut her out. His brows pulled together with confusion, but he didn't deny her or respond. He watched her move toward him again, and he was actually surprised at himself with how wary he felt. He had given her everything and laid out his whole heart in front of her and just moments ago she had denied him, but now she seemed to be scrambling to do the same. He fully faced her once again and he wouldn't interrupt while she spoke, but he could already feel the tension sliding off his shoulders and his freshly rebuilt walls getting chipped away at. How could he have ever believed that he could just push down his emotions again around her? From the first day they met she had seen him at his most raw. The day they clashed on the battlefield had been him in on of his very few uncontrolled rages. And now here they were, at an emotional stand off. It didn't help that everything she said resonated with him so loudly and so deeply. He watched her as she began to shake under the pressure of her own emotions and what little bit of his walls were left got brushed away. He could talk a big talk and he could tell himself that he didn't care if she loved him back or not, but he was just lying to himself. Seeing her like this ripped him apart. He carefully padded toward her, slowly closing what little space was between them. He'd let her back away from him again if she really wanted to, but he really hoped she wouldn't. "Mercy," he said quietly, his gaze fixed on hers and his tone serious. "I am not going to leave you. I swear to you. The only reason I would leave you is if I'm dead, and even then I'd probably still haunt you." He tried to slip a small bit of humor there on the end, but he couldn't tell if it just fell flat or not. He wasn't exactly in the most humorous mood. "I know what it's like to get abandoned over and over again... I killed for my brother and he still disappeared from my life. I don't want you to ever feel like that because of me. And you know what... If your love kills me, at least I'll die happy." He gave her a small smile and leaned forward to tentatively brush his muzzle against hers, his eyes closing for a moment at the small touch. All of this emotion was like a deep, ever present ache in his chest that never seemed to let up or let him fully breathe. He didn't know what would give him any kind of relief, but for now he was willing to just have this heart ache sitting in his chest as long as he still had Mercy with him. |
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