I Love You, And That's All I Really Know
10-23-2013, 02:35 AM
Walk | Talk | Think He did not answer her desperate question at first, though she could see from the conflicted expression upon his face that the way his thoughts were going was likely not going to make her happy. Already sensing the challenge that was to come, she reached upward and pressed her face into the thick fur of his neck, only partially stifling the whine that crept from her muzzle. She hated this, hated the war, hated the pressure, hated that she had finally gotten what she wanted only for it to be pulled from her grasp again. It's only temporary, Ash reminded herself as she turned her muzzle to give Leon's shoulder a quiet lick, though it was hardly good enough for her. It was torture. When he nuzzled her face, she did whine without restraint, two-toned eyes closing as she fought not to let her emotions get away from her. Instead she made herself listen, opening her eyes again to stare upward at him when she felt they would not spill over with tears and staying silent as instructions were given. Seracia. She was to take those like herself to Seracia, to safety, and get away from Valhalla and the war on their doorstep. The plan would have been a relief to her had Leon been involved directly in it. But rather than assist with the escape, he intended to fight, to defend their home as his previous station as a warrior demanded. As his righteousness demanded. His paw came around her, drawing her close and encircling her in his heartfelt embrace which she willingly pressed back into. She tucked her head beneath his chin and nuzzled into his chest, willing him to hold her a little longer, to delay the inevitable for just another second. Less reluctant to pull away when he finally did, she lingered there beside him, feeling strongly his absence as he merely drew back from her a step and no more. How would it feel knowing he was fighting on the front lines of Valhalla while she was far away in Seracia? But she needed to do this, needed to guide the other non-fighters to safety, just as he needed to stand his ground with the rest of the pack and ensure they all had a home to return to. It was just another thing for her to hate. Blue eyes stared back into her own, and Ashtoreth attempted to steel her gaze for him, to gather up as much determination as she could to project back at him and hide the fright and longing that were most prevalent within her. This was it. He was going now. When she saw him again - if she saw him again - it would be after the effects of war and combat. Somehow, she feared, he would be changed, and the grey wolf only hoped that whatever the case he would be allowed to return whole. Again he said the magical phrase, promising that he would return to her, and kissed her muzzle once again. Her own tongue reached to return the kiss to his muzzle, and before she realized it he was backing away and turning to leave. For a second the dazed and frightened spell that held her captive lifted just enough for her to realize a rather important detail. She drew in a quick breath, nearly preparing to call after him, to shout just so that he could hear her, but instead it was merely released as a sigh, her heart constricting in her chest as the words she had failed to speak resounded within her mind. I love you too. She had failed to tell him, failed to get the words out in time though she was certain he knew of her feelings for him now. Still, the pain of having missed her chance hurt, and she tried to set it aside, promising herself just as he did that he would return to her, and then she would be given many more chances to tell him over and over again. Consoling herself with that thought, she quickly turned in place and made toward the Valhallan camp, determined to set her mind from the turmoil of her emotions and focus instead on helping the pack. -Exit Ashtoreth- |
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