Write To Me & Escape

He flinched slightly when he noticed her staring at him. His ears flicked back nervously, and his gaze turned away from her as she scoured him from head to toe. He took a step back, his body wanting to run but his mind kept him in place...barely. He turned away as she approached him, swallowing as he stood rigid while she inspected him closer. His mind screamed for him to run, to hide himself away from searching eyes. His body begged him to flee, away from the words that might come along with cold eyes and sharp words. He forced himself to stay, even though his legs fought him to leave. He caught the slight whisper of her realization of the mud, and what it had to do in connection with his body. He hated his scars, and always hid them underneath a coat of mud. Away from cold eyes and hostile glares...at least with the mud, he felt normal. Dirty...but it covered the reminder of his failure of that day. What felt like an eternity passed, as finally, Aeil returned her attention to him and away from the rather ugly scar on his back.

"Dragon...you didn't have to hide them from me."
He slowly turned his head back to her, amber eyes opening to see a difference in the way she looked at him. One ear half rotated towards her in uncertainty...He detected no hint of hatred, or dislike, or coldness or...anything. He could hear something different in her voice, however, along with the look she gave him. If he didn't know better, if he didn't believe that the eyes were a window to the soul, he would have missed the way she looked at him. But, he did believe in that, and he truly did believe that the eyes were a window to the soul...and here, he stared back at the girl standing in front of him. His breath caught in his chest, and for a moment he couldn't breath. Something stirred in the depths of his belly, but he wasn't sure what. He knew he was feeling rather...strange. Maybe something was in the water that was making him feel this way...perhaps he would see a healer when they returned to her pack home.

He returned her gaze, blinking away the uncertainty and pain he had been feeling for so long. Only for those feelings to be diminished by one he had never felt. His gaze resting gently on her, and feared that if he blinked, she'd disappear. He was about to speak, when he was suddenly splashed with more water. He laughed, returning back to the present as he watched her show her teeth in a playful manner. Before he knew it, she was rushing at him. But he did not have enough time to react before her lithe form knocked him over into the shallows. He landed on his back, the girl on top of him as he laughed and enjoyed the time they had been playing together. "I hope you realize that, no matter what your height or the distinguished markings you bear, your personality and how you treat me matters more...You don't have to be worried about what I think about them." Her words rang in his head, and he turned them over and over in his mind like a precious jewel that might break if dropped. He stared at the form on top of him, and wondered...could it be that what he was feeling...not be from the water? But love itself? He dared not mention anything for fear of her shunning him or turning a cold shoulder. Now, that was what he feared. He didn't want to risk it...

He place his forelegs to her sides, ensuring she wouldn't slide off since her fur had already begun to dry. The spring breeze was warming, and he liked the way her coat looked in the sun. The different hues of grey that graced her body reflected nicely in the sunlight. His lips turns to a smile as he noticed her eyes...they were a different color now. Last I saw they were...a different shade...they're lighter now. He noted. He could not tear his gaze from her, it was as if he was completely absorbed in her presence that nothing else seemed to matter...not now. Not when she was around...



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