Tell Me Something So I'll Forget

Not once did Relm say a single word to him throughout their entire trip up north. Not once did she give him any sort of clue or indication for what she was leading him towards or where she was guiding him to. Eventually they reached a place she deemed suitable, as the pink and ebony woman stopped atop the level cliffs that ran along the edges of the mountains on either side of the sound. Relm still said nothing when she turned around to face him. Alastor saw the pleading desperation in her silver eyes, but also a reluctance and refusal. She was still battling herself in her head and he would continue to be a casualty of her own emotional civil war, it seemed. Alastor would not recoil nor retreat when she began to approach him with slow steps, maybe out of caution or indecision, he couldn't tell. He did not fear her, he did not loathe her, so there was no reason for him to consider doing anything but holding his ground while she slowly closed the space between them.

Once the two wolves were right up on one another, Relm began to tilt her muzzle up towards his. Alastor's breathing caught for a moment, his body going rigid with tension as he tried to assess whether this was some sort of trick or game to her. Obsidian eyes narrowed with suspicion clouding them. Relm's motives had never exactly been clear, but the giant brute had never felt more out of alignment with her than he did in this awful aftermath of their implosion. What sort of repercussions would there be if he kissed her back? How would things collapse if he refused her? Was she merely toying with him or was this her attempt at a wordless apology? There were too many variables, too many unknowns for him to feel confident that he knew the pink fae's desires and motives. And yet... he could not deny that his heart hurt when he looked at her. Alastor had loved Relm. Despite what she might have thought of what they had, Alastor had given her all that he could in their circumstances. He had done everything within his power to love her and give her what she wanted. It was never going to be good enough though...

Alastor would hesitate for only a moment while Relm reached up for him, the conflict apparent in his dark eyes and grimacing features. To her, he would look like he was in pain, and he was. He had given Relm untethered access to his most vulnerable parts and she had struck a grievous blow to his greatest insecurities with that intimate knowledge. He didn't know if he forgave her yet, but he did not want to hurt her more either. So the dire brute leaned his neck down, just enough to allow Relm to connect their mouths in a slow kiss. Alastor did not kiss her back with the same feverish, insatiable fire he had once kissed her with. This was a simpler, slower press of their mouths together, as Alastor showed Relm that he still cared but he was afraid of going too fast and too hot with her. He would not stop her from doing as she wished though, and however she kissed him, Alastor would respond in kind with the same passion. If she held back, he would too. If she let go... well, he'd have to see how far he was willing to trust himself to fall with her again.

"Alastor"