crushing

She admitted to not knowing and it took him aback. Did she not feel it? Stunned, he answered her question about his name absently. "Of course..." As he processed this information Pyrrhic slowly sank into a seated position. His expression was veiled and his stance reposed, but inside he was awhirl with misgivings. Not about destiny, he was still convinced about that, but about how best to handle this predicament. She was good for him. Riva had done wonders for him in a short amount of time. He'd bared his soul to her, shared his shame and his fear. Right now he was feeling more hope than he had in an entire season. From past experiences with his brothers and his cousin he knew this could be temporary and that was all the more reason he needed her with him. They could grow together.

Pyrrhic wasn't sure how to proceed. More than anything else he wanted to hear she felt like he did. Pyrrhic was intense, he knew that, and he didn't expect her to share his level of commitment. After all he was a son of Abraxas, they weren't exactly known for being small in spirit. And she was a mortal woman. By nature of her birth she was not as blessed in faith or strength as he. Pyrrhic may have been a poor Abraxas specimen, but that didn't put him on the same lowly level as mortals. Any sign at all that she could give him to suggest she felt something similar, no matter how muted, would bolster his spirits. That she hadn't committed to even that yet troubled him.

Now it was her turn to be convinced, it seemed. She had helped him get his feelings in order so it was only fair he return the favor. Since she'd used it he latched onto the falling in love phrase. "Have you ever planned to fall?" No, of course not. "It just happens, doesn't it? You're walking along, minding your own business, perhaps hard at work doing something else, and it just happens." He searched her gaze, hoping she was following his line of reasoning.

As for what he was feeling... "Can it be both?"