crushing

When Riva admitted she didn't want to be lonely Pyrrhic's eyes flashed to hers. His heart was suddenly beating wildly in his chest and he felt restless, as though he needed to get up and run. But he didn't want to run. He wanted to be right there with her. Pyrrhic had felt so alone for so long. He was desperate to make a connection. Nearly from birth he'd been raised on the idea that he would someday go out, find a good woman - or women - have a heap of Abraxas children and raise them the right way. He'd heard some variation of that over and over until there was no other option for him. Find a woman who made him better. Make her his. Contribute to the future. And here was his woman! He was convinced of it now.

She'd said to take a risk so alright, that's what he was going to do. He leaned down suddenly, perhaps a bit too eagerly, and sought to plant a forceful kiss on Riva's lips. Pyrrhic had thrown himself eagerly into the jaws of many a beast. He'd put his skin on the line more than once in defense of himself and Risen. But he had never made himself so vulnerable before. This was uncharted territory for him and he was without direction. All he knew was that he couldn't pass this up. If this was meant to be, if his God had not forsaken him and had led him here, this had to be why. He didn't want to feel alone anymore and he thought Riva could fix him.

Pyrrhic didn't mean to but he was looming over her again. His head was low over hers as he admitted in a soft voice, "I don't want to be lonely either."