Because Of You
08-12-2013, 05:49 PM
Cut me loose
My parachute won't let me fall Don't be afraid of a chance for a miracle
Orica heard his question, and cocked her head like a bird's. That's what was bothering him? Was it just pure curiosity? Or-or was he feeling too touched and unworthy that she'd held their meeting a secret? Or was Orica about to get in trouble for not being completely truthful to her parents? She blinked, thoughtfully. "You mean - back when we first met? Well because you saved my life." Wasn't it obvious? Her voice was quiet, hushed, but insistent. How could she turn over the whole story when she knew what would happen. Whatever she might say to her father, he would've at least gathered a party to track down Demyan and question things for himself. And Orica knew what he would find - what anyone would've found. It was only she who had glimpsed the hope of something more. "And for another thing," she added, "I thought... I thought that was probably the last time I'd ever see you." A thread of saddness wormed it's way into that statement, despite her best efforts. There was a bitter-sweetness to this meeting - with the way it had began, there could be no other way - but Orica, with the decisions she'd made now and the conviction she had that she could help Demyan change for the better, wouldn't have had it any other way. She was glad their paths had crossed again - otherwise... otherwise his soul would've been lost to the darkness. "And-" she wanted to voice these thoughts, but knowing how hard it would be slowed her tongue. "-back then I thought it was going to be easier. I thought- after what you did- I thought maybe you would come out a better person..." Of course she'd been wrong there. And it wasn't that she meant to point it out. She was just explaining. She'd been naive. And she'd allowed herself to think like that because of the faith she held in wolves. She didn't think it was wrong of her - not really, but she knew she would've gotten in trouble for keeping it a secret. Still might if everything were to unravel, espically if Demyan was unready. "I get it though now, I do.-" Her voice softened to little more than a whisper: "You're different around me." She'd been quite sober faced and serious this whole time, but there, she couldn't help to let glow a soft hint of smile. "You've let me help you before - even though you bawled like a baby-" Yes, she felt confident enough to taunt him gently like that. He had been all snarls and growl s and yowls of pain when she'd pulled those wood splinters out of his back. "- and since you'll let me, I don't intend to give up on you now." |
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