She turned her head down, and away a little from him, partly obscuring her expression in the shadows of her alcove. He heard her heart pick up in pace, and decided that he had let his words leak too much passion and strength, and possessiveness. After all, only a few days ago he was quite likely to be the one shoving her head into the dirt, and now here he was telling her he considered her his.
He raised his head slightly from the rock, trying better to gouge her expression as she told him it was not fair. He wasn’t expecting her to admit how much she liked to hear him say these things. It was like her decision to stay in his den - he hadn’t expected her to agree so easily, or feel this way.
When she nudged for him to move, he obediently stepped back, and to the side, as promptly and gently as he would have to any Klein that demanded him to move. He wasn’t certain what her sigh indicated, and he was worried she intended to leave the den. Perhaps she needed fresh air, and a moment free from him. The idea worried him, so he was grateful when she stopped at the other side of the den. There was now a greater distance between them, but she was leaving yet.
I fall for you more and more she told him, and he sat down suddenly, butt hitting floor as he looked to her. She held all of his attention, through in truth she had done so from the moment he had found her in her den. Her words struck him like a blow, for surely she could know how closely aligned they where to his very thoughts and words to Deathbelle. How he was an undeserving slave, and their affections should not be so. Zee felt that about him? he wasn’t certain what to say. He knew he was protective and possessive of Zee, and the thought of her with another man brought a fiery burst of adrenaline through his veins, but did that mean he loved her? could he love her, would he ever be allowed to. He suddenly felt very, very confused.
He cleared his throat, and found his gaze drifting to the floor, realising in that moment that he had been giving Zee a very different idea then he had intended to. “I… Zee..” he paused, he really didn’t know what to say. “I’ve grown strongly attached to you, I wish always to be in your presence, you make me feel alive, and like so much more than I am. You make me feel independent, exasperated, amused and happy. I see your fire and your spirit and I respect it to the stars and back.” he paused again, trying not to stammer. “I have loved Deathbelle since we were children, but I knew that her lofty position would forever be a bar between us. It was inappropriate, for a slave to be so attached to their superior. Twice now, I have spurned her advances towards me, because she deserves so much more than I” another pause. “Do I love you? I do not know, Zee. I want to say yes, for a fear that you will leave this den if I say otherwise. It may even be the truth, I am not certain… but I do not believe Deathbelle would forgive me if I said it.”
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