FAR BEYOND THE MOONLIGHT
10-04-2013, 04:57 PM
She would worry about Taurig constantly, despite his insistence that she not do so. Argent was a maternal woman, always looking after the things she cared about, and there was no way that the silver knight could deny she cared about the new King. She didn?t dare to think how much, or to what extent; the feeling was there, it didn?t need to be labeled. Labels could be dangerous, after all, and she preferred to keep her feelings obscure for the time being. Then she could not profess them, then she could not hurt Taurig. Oh, the confusion in her bottled up chest was heavy, but she would let her ribs shatter with its weight before she dared to whisper the contents of her heart to the man before her.
But oh, how difficult he made her task. ?I don?t know what to do,? she professed, and perhaps she would have cried then, if she hadn?t been so concerned with how it would make Taurig feel. Argent was a servant if there ever was one, born to look after, to care more for others than she did for herself, and she would never dare to let her own desires get in the way of someone else?s well-being. Taurig moved forwards, and impulsively the silver knight closed the distance. She wanted to press her chest against his, to press her face into the side of his neck, to inhale and breathe his sweet scent and forget what was troubling her.
?I?m so awful for you,? she whispered into his skin, hoping the message might soak into his system, that his brain would receive the message as it boiled in his blood, that he might recoil from her touch and send her away. Argent was losing the war with herself, and she needed Taurig to walk away, she needed him to be the strong one, because she?d been strong her entire life and she was so worn out and exhausted.
But oh, how difficult he made her task. ?I don?t know what to do,? she professed, and perhaps she would have cried then, if she hadn?t been so concerned with how it would make Taurig feel. Argent was a servant if there ever was one, born to look after, to care more for others than she did for herself, and she would never dare to let her own desires get in the way of someone else?s well-being. Taurig moved forwards, and impulsively the silver knight closed the distance. She wanted to press her chest against his, to press her face into the side of his neck, to inhale and breathe his sweet scent and forget what was troubling her.
?I?m so awful for you,? she whispered into his skin, hoping the message might soak into his system, that his brain would receive the message as it boiled in his blood, that he might recoil from her touch and send her away. Argent was losing the war with herself, and she needed Taurig to walk away, she needed him to be the strong one, because she?d been strong her entire life and she was so worn out and exhausted.
