The Hope That I Have Left

Ulric watched Aranea as she shifted her gaze from the window she was looking toward to him, his silver gaze concerned as he waited for an answer. She didn’t answer right away and instead shifted her gaze away from his to look at the ground. His ears flicked and he took a couple more steps into the room while he remained quiet and waited for some kind of response. At first he just wished that she would say something to give him an idea of what was going on in her head, but when she looked up at him again he was just more confused than he had been when he arrived.

She looked at him with that look that had originally drawn him in the first night he sought her out and a small frown pulled at his lips in response. His eyes lingered on her questioningly as she approached him, listening to her lie with a doubt that only continued to deepen. He knew it would have been easy to just accept the lie, give in to her attempts at seduction, and just go back to his room when it was done, but... then what? Nothing would be solved - in fact, he was fairly certain things would only be worse. Even just addressing that thought at all made his skin crawl and made him feel sleazy. That was not the type of man he ever wanted to be.

When she leaned in to kiss him he pulled back just enough to avoid it, his eyes finding hers and searching her gaze with a furrowed brow. ”Aranea, what’s going on?” he questioned again, sitting back on his haunches to show he wasn’t going anywhere until he got an answer.

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