Gotta stop holding me the way you do
12-02-2016, 02:17 AM
Gethin slowly sank down onto his haunches while Mercy spoke, answers suddenly flowing out of her all at once. He had wondered for months and months what was really tearing her apart inside, and how he knew. It wasn't an "ah hah" moment like he hoped it would be. He hoped it could be something he could fix, something he could change. He couldn't make her pack reappear. He couldn't drag her brother back out of the abyss. These were things that had been festering and boiling in her all this time. Her gaze never met his as she the words continued to spill out of her mouth, but he kept his eyes on her face all the same, watching the tears in her eyes and the pain in her expression. A low, simmering, useless hatred for everyone in her life that had left her like this pooled in his gut. He was fully aware of the fact that if her brother hadn't left he may have never connected with her like this. He may not have even met her really. But if it would have kept her from feeling this self loathing then that's what he wanted. If he could go back in time and change whatever she wanted to make her happy he would do it, even if it meant cutting him out of her future. But he couldn't do that. He could only sit here with her broken pieces and his own broken pieces and hope that maybe he could help put them both back together. If anyone that had hurt her ever crossed his path though... When she finished and her gaze finally came up to his again and claimed that she had ended up like her father he shook his head with denial. He stood up and finally crossed what little distance was between them, dipping his head a bit so he could gently lick the tears off her face if she'd let him. "You didn't end up like anyone but yourself. You are Mercy and no one else. You are my vicious beauty, my ridiculous woman... My Mercy. Don't compare yourself to anyone that you outgrew and that you rose above." She may not believe in her self-worth, but he wouldn't have her putting herself on the level of someone that wasn't worth the dirt stuck to his paws. He was tired of talking. He had enough talking and fighting and yelling and emotions for a lifetime. He didn't know if anything was really fixed, but he knew how hard it was for Mercy to give him how much she had given him today. That was enough for now. She had given him a free pass to a peak inside her fortress and he didn't want her to think it had gone unnoticed. He leaned forward to brush his muzzle against her cheek and tipped his nose up to gently lick over her ear. "I'm sorry for how I treated you earlier," he mentioned softly, taking a step forward so his chest was lightly brushing hers so that he could reach her scruff where he had bitten before. He licked the fur there, cleaning some of the dried blood from her pale coat. He felt sincerely guilty over his rough, frustration-driven sex. It has been selfish and savage of him. "I never wanted you to see that from me. You didn't deserve that." He nuzzled into the fur on the upper section of her scruff, letting his chest press to hers more tightly. "Let me make it up to you? Let me take your mind off of things for a bit?" I stand a hundred feet, but I fall when I'm around you. "SPEAK" |
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