Lost Without You

*Lark* · 02-01-2017, 03:16 PM

Lark wasn't used to feeling uncertain about anything, ever. He was supposed to be the one who had everything together. The strong one, the protector. Not the one stumbling over his own words in front of a woman he had confusing feelings for. The more he tried to place what he was feeling, the less certain he felt, though the thoughts were hard to shake from his mind.

Her expression sent a flurry of butterflies to his stomach. Not that he'd ever admit anything like that aloud. He wasn't aware that a simple smile could make him feel so.. alive, and the feeling took him by surprise. The smile he wore grew slightly as she, too, seemed caught off guard. What had she expected him to say? Nothing at all? Surely not what he had said, it seemed. Amusement danced in his eyes as he watched her, partially enjoying her own discomfort while also struggling with his own.

He only got to enjoy it for a moment, though, before he felt his own breath hitch in his throat. Now that was something he hadn't anticipated. But he didn't pull away as she leaned forward, her muzzle brushing against his cheek. Returning the action was more difficult than accepting it, and he froze for a moment, even after she spoke.

She was sorry. That wasn't something he heard often. He was amazed at how much weight he felt lifted from his chest at the apology, a burden he hadn't been realizing he'd been carrying there. "It's... okay," he murmured quietly, knowing they didn't need to reiterate what had already been decided upon. "I'm just glad you're back home. Really." Exhaling softly, he leaned forward to slide his muzzle beneath her own, tipping it up in a gentle motion.

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