No fear allowed
03-12-2021, 03:48 PM
"Aslatiel Fatalis"
Naiche's turning of the ears wasn't lost on the young lady and she couldn't help but grin. And why not grin? They were alive. Alive enough for her to tease him. And why shouldn't she do that too? Naiche always gave the best reactions to her teasing. If he had been capable of hiding his displeasure, maybe she wouldn't have done it as much. It was his own fault, really. The pair walked in relative silence for a time, though Asla's mind was going a mile a minute. She still couldn't address the issue. He'd said it. Naiche, who hated her, had said that he loved her. She still wasn't sure if it had been because they were about to die or not, but he was making it really hard to think that way with all of the affection he was lavishing upon her. Okay, so it wasn't a ton, but for Naiche it was monumental. He was kissing her. He kept giving her looks. He'd saved her bloody life. Was she worthy of his love? Probably not. She couldn't return it in the same way and he deserved more than that. Should she just cut him loose now? Reject his affection with an, 'i love you like a bro, bro' sort of reaction? No... that would be cowardly. Aslatiel Fatalis was no coward. The man's voice broke her from her thoughts and she cast a sidelong glance at him. He'd changed his mind about patrolling. Well no kidding! It would be a miracle if they made it all the way back without collapsing. He went further to say that he'd tear anyone to pieces that disturbed him. Aslatiel laughed aloud, her muzzle tilting upwards before she shook her head. "I don't think anyone will be disturbing us." She'd put a big old 'do not disturb' leopard at the door. Slowly her pawsteps came to a stop. Asla reached out one paw and touched Naiche's leg lightly. It was hard to look him in the eye since she was rarely serious, so she looked at their paws, her white and grey toes beside his golden ones. "Thanks, Golden Boy." She inched her toes closer to his until they were touching. "For saving my life. For not giving up on me. For being there." Finally looking up, Asla closed the distance, placing a soft lick on his muzzle before pulling away and beginning to walk once more. After a few steps, the familiar, sarcastic humor entered her voice again. "You're like... my hero." She said it jokingly, but she meant it. He'd risked his life for hers. They both could have died. If that wasn't the definition of a hero, she didn't know what was. |