silent whispers silent tears

Truthfully he did not expect to be forgiven for what he had done, he had promised her he would stay and take care of her and then he had turned tail and abandoned her faster than the promise had been made. In all truth, it was a pathetic thing to have done and the fact remained that he was truly losing himself in those words. Honestly, he had left to figure out what had happened to his siblings, but, he had been left without success and now he had to face her hoping that the explanation would be enough. If it was, good, then he would have a home yet again, and a friend, if she wanted to turn him away, such was her business and he could not act as though she were in the wrong. A sigh would drift from his lips as she came, and for once, and almost immediately, he realized how perfectly beautiful she truly was.

Her limber legs, her captivating eyes, o those striking eyes. a smile drafted over his features and he stared at her in silence, wandering what he was supposed to say. Likely, a simple 'hello' would just upset the situation, would find itself provoking her, and to be honest, he felt as though if he let her say everything he would lose her forever. Leon was quite lost as to what the 'right' thing to do was, but he had a feeling that if he just listened and told her the truth there would be no undoing. His ears turned on her words, and there was a sharpness to them that he hadn't really been looking forward to, but he knew would no doubt come.

"I...had to go find my siblings, which I didn't," he would clear his throat and look at her offering any ounce of sincerity his gaze was able to offer, he didn't want to harm her and standing there as an oaf would only do just that, "I thought they had drifted through here and I took off, I should have said something to someone, and I'm sorry I didn't I truly, truly am," The man would clear his throat and watch her, hoping that his words would be enough to spark some kind of understanding in her. Watching her with some kind of wanting and needing he waited, silent and calculating, wondering if he could be enough to assuage whatever pain and turmoil he had left her in, "How...how have things been?" Did you fall in love? Did you make new friends? What have I missed? Tell me! Tell me everything. His thoughts were a raging storm, questioning, demanding almost. He wanted to be sure that no one else had taken his place, taken the place that he had left wide open and available. What a fool he was. What a fool he would always be.