I Love You, And That's All I Really Know

*Ashtoreth* · 10-22-2013, 12:53 AM

Walk | Talk | Think

She had gotten so caught up in just trying to pretend she was comfortable with how things were going that she almost failed to notice Leon was leaning in toward her until he was right there before her. He was so close, much closer than he had ever gotten, and the almost easy laughter that had been on her tongue died as he reached forward and kissed her lips. The touch - unexpected and wholly startling - set off a spark deep within her, the hopes she had been trying to suppress rekindling instantaneously, heedless to whatever reasoning had been behind Leon's intimate gesture. His meaning hardly mattered; she knew what it meant for her. It was a lure, fuel added to the fire of her feelings for him that coaxed and tempted, drawing her to him more strongly now that she had been given just a little taste. And, goodness, did she want more.

She was tense as he pulled away, eyes intently focused upon his face in search of answers, in search of a meaning. She had wanted more than anything to give in and return the favor but uncertainty had tripped her up yet again, stalling her from acting on impulse and giving in to something that she feared was completely one sided. But the look upon his face... How could he stare at her that way and not feel something? How could he have just kissed her and feel only friendship and nothing more? "Leon?" she all but whined in a hushed whisper, a quick shudder racing through her as she grappled with the situation.

And then he said it. Everything. Everything she had been secretly hoping for and more. It was a flood, a wall of withheld information she had been wondering at for years, and the force of it was staggering. Her chest felt heavy as her heart raced within it, listening as the wolf she had accidentally fallen for admitted to the same things she had taken note of. A strong pull toward each other, an unwavering, unbreakable bond, a sense of rightness that only came with the others' company. And dreams. She blinked, only realizing belatedly that her eyes had started to water and her vision to blur, the strength of his confession hitting her harder than she ever would have imagined. How was she ever going to speak with this lump in her throat? He even touched on the present sense as well, pointing out the poor quality to their relationship with an apology...and a proposal.

He loves me... He loves me. Ashtoreth could hardly get over the thought. He had said it, the three words she had been thinking every time she happened to see him in passing, when they had held cordial conversation, when they had shared their den. The three words that had plagued her since she had admitted her feelings in confidence to Meili and wondered if she would ever work up the nerve to tell him. But how did she tell him now? The phrase was there, right on the tip of her tongue, begging to be given a voice, but it failed her. Strangely, they seemed to poorly represent how deeply her regard for him went. Forgoing a spoken response, she instead leaped toward him, pressing as closely against him as she could manage while she nuzzled strongly into his neck and chest, stopping only to reach upward and bathe the underside of his jaw in tender licks. Oh, how long had she wished to do this? To show him how much he meant to her? To give in to those desires which had haunted her thoughts whenever in his presence? It was more wonderful than she had imagined it would be.

The lean grey wolf dared not pull away from him but remained sheltered in his embrace, basking in the sense of wholeness that enveloped her there next to him. It was only after the racing of her heart began to die down enough for her to think a little more clearly that she was able to speak, though when she did her voice was nothing more than a heavy whisper. "I didn't think you felt the same," she confessed. "I thought..." But her chance to finish her statement was cut off by a sudden howl, the intensity of it filling the hunter's thoughts with dread and causing her stomach to turn sickeningly within her middle. Ears folded upon her head as Leon remarked upon the war, her heart beginning to race again though for an entirely different reason. The Glaciems were here. The war was starting early.

Quickly she drew back enough to peer upward at Leon with anxiety and fear written plainly upon her face, fighting her body's sudden impulse to shiver out of fright. "Leon, what do we do?" she asked desperately. She was no fighter, not by a long shot. If anything, she felt like racing right back to their den and hiding there until the chaos was over, cowardly as it might have been. But rather than draw away in preparation to run, she leaned into him, wishing that they had been given more time, wishing that they had figured this all out sooner.

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