Hazy Shade of Winter
11-26-2016, 10:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-26-2016, 10:17 PM by Zephyr I.)
Since when had he ever felt.. insecure around her? He felt like the carefully secured facade he had created was shattering, no matter how much he tried to keep himself composed. This was nothing at all reminiscent of the moments he'd shared with her so long ago, alone once their pack duties had been completed for the day, when everything had come easily and with so little thought. But the nostalgia of her was so damn powerful. Her scent was addicting, her touch breath-taking - and despite the fact that he knew this was wrong, knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he should leave, it was impossible to pull away.
What could possibly come of this, though? Better yet, what did he wish would come from it? It was hard to speech and impossible to think. This felt right, in a way, and yet it felt anything but at the same time. It felt wonderful and terrible all at the same time. His eyes closed, his face contorting silently in confusion as she began to speak again. What, exactly, did she want him to say? Quietly, as though taken over by instinct, his head pulled slightly away from hers. His eyes opened again, and gently he lapped away at her cheeks, hoping to dry them of the tears that had settled there. Zephyr hardly even noticed that snow had begun to fall - he was so lost in his thoughts and, just briefly, lost in her sky-blue eyes.
"A.. right time for what?" He blinked slowly as he pulled back slightly to gaze at her, feeling his heart sink at the thought of what she might want. They had to much to talk about, but thinking about bringing any of it up made him feel nauseous. Wouldn't it just go horribly, like it had last time? Maybe things would be better that way. "Say what you need to. I'll listen, I promise." Perhaps it mattered more what Zephyr had to say, since everything had come out wrong last time, but he wasn't even sure where to begin.
What could possibly come of this, though? Better yet, what did he wish would come from it? It was hard to speech and impossible to think. This felt right, in a way, and yet it felt anything but at the same time. It felt wonderful and terrible all at the same time. His eyes closed, his face contorting silently in confusion as she began to speak again. What, exactly, did she want him to say? Quietly, as though taken over by instinct, his head pulled slightly away from hers. His eyes opened again, and gently he lapped away at her cheeks, hoping to dry them of the tears that had settled there. Zephyr hardly even noticed that snow had begun to fall - he was so lost in his thoughts and, just briefly, lost in her sky-blue eyes.
"A.. right time for what?" He blinked slowly as he pulled back slightly to gaze at her, feeling his heart sink at the thought of what she might want. They had to much to talk about, but thinking about bringing any of it up made him feel nauseous. Wouldn't it just go horribly, like it had last time? Maybe things would be better that way. "Say what you need to. I'll listen, I promise." Perhaps it mattered more what Zephyr had to say, since everything had come out wrong last time, but he wasn't even sure where to begin.