crushing

Though it was subtle there was just enough of what felt like hesitation coming from Riva that he couldn't help but take it as a rebuke. Pyrrhic leaned back slowly, breathing hard as he tried to understand what he needed to do to convince her they were right for each other. He felt like this was right. The circumstances were too perfect to be anything other than destiny and that removed all doubt from him. Their time together so far had been brief, yes, but he had never not once in his life felt so strongly for someone who wasn't kin. He was willing to take everything else in stride and he would relish the chance to get to know her properly, but that had no bearing on how felt in this moment. Had the Abraxas tradition demanded a formal betrothal he would have flung himself down at her feet instead of kissing her.

He searched her gaze, his own intense and bordering on desperate, before asking quietly, "Does it feel real?" More than anything else he wanted to hear her agreement. Pyrrhic couldn't have imagined better circumstances for himself. He'd come to the Deluge in search of the sort of solitude he could fall to pieces in. What he'd found was reassurance and answers. It had fallen so neatly into his lap he couldn't imagine it being chance. And he would not - could not, now that he was becoming a little worried - take no for an answer.