Spinning out of control

Pyrrhic wasn't sure what to make of this turn of events. He had hoped she would come around to the truth. That she would accept the divine hand in their meeting and the subsequent ease with which they got along. Was that not destiny? How could it be anything else? He was of the opinion that every sign up to this moment pointed to fate. Finally Riva was coming around to it.  It could be argued that she was coming around to it too quickly, but Pyrrhic would argue that those who did not go where the Fallen God directed at the pace He set were not in fact following His command. For the sapling in the gale it was all or nothing, bend or be broken.

Breathless he looked up at her, one paw tracing the curve of her shoulder. Her admission had broken over him like a wave. Until now he hadn't realized how tense the wait had felt. How much he'd needed that answer. But hearing it, getting confirmation that he had been right, let him really breathe. Pyrrhic was riding a high of relief and exhilaration. He felt light both in body and in mind.

The ghost of a cocky smile turned up the corners of his mouth. He was tempted to throw out a 'told you so' but his mouth, still sweet with the taste of her lips, refused to form the words. Instead he leaned forward to kiss her again, knowing she would taste better than his teasing words.