Silver Moonlight

Romulus didn't exactly know what else to say. In the past, he'd been the one to put a stop on things going too far with a pretty fae. Of course he was an adventurous boy, so kissing was nothing new to him, but the cautionary stories of his great-great-grandfather Isardis from his grandfather had kept him from making any mistakes. This was his first time ever being turned down, and he wasn't sure where he was supposed to do from here. Had he made things too awkward? Did Lillith want him to leave? Was he supposed to leave now? Was that rude? Gods, is this how all rejectees felt? It sucked! But he wouldn't pressure Lil into doing anything she wasn't comfortable with. As much as he disliked it, she had shown him her boundaries, and he could respect it or ruin their friendship forever. That was an easy choice for the young Armada to make.

When Lillith confirmed the cool stone was helping her feel better, Roman began to relax a little more. So it looked like he wouldn't be accidentally killing the alpha's daughter tonight. That was a relief! She asked him to help her outside, and he gave her a small smile and nod, rising to his paws to help get her on hers. Once they were both standing, he walked alongside her to the balcony door, letting her use him as a crutch if she needed. A single paw was all it took to push open the glass doors, cool night air rushing into the warm bedroom. Outside on the balcony, they could see eastward across the plains and out to the dark forests of Auster. In the navy sky overhead, stars twinkled and shone like hundreds of diamonds, and the moon hung bright in the heavens. There were no clouds in the sky tonight, leaving the open canvas free for the two wolves to gaze at unabated.

"Take a seat, relax," he gentle urged Lillith down to the balcony before reclining on his haunches beside her. He still didn't say much, unsure of what there even was to say. He couldn't say he was sorry, because that would be a lie. He wasn't sorry he'd tried to kiss her like that, and he wasn't sorry he'd snuck down to her room to try. He did regret getting her in such a state, but what was done was done. Now he was just focused on getting through the night without causing any more damage to their friendship. He didn't want to try and coddle her, but it was difficult not to unintentionally when he'd seen her fall apart point blank like that. Watching her kick and squirm to get away from him... that had subconsciously done something to the way he saw her. Lillith was too young, too fragile. Maybe they could still be friends after this debacle of a night was all said and done—but maybe it would be best if they stayed that way. Friends. He was too dangerous to her simply by being himself.

"Speech"