when the world is falling apart

He knew the pressure she must feel, to hear what he had done and why he did it. He had every intention of giving her time and space. He wasn’t willing to give her her freedom, but time… time he could manage. It seemed Ignita had different ideas. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, and a few tears escaped him. Hurt and hope warred in his heart, and her kiss danced across the battlefield.

She rested her cheek against him, and he found himself leaning forward. He shifted his head and planted a kiss on her lips. Tasting her there for the first time. His tongue slipped out, brushing against her soft muzzle. Too soon. it was too soon. He needed time for this wound in his heart to heal. His traitorous body betrayed him however and he couldn’t help his quick breaths, the flurry of his heart. He pulled back slightly, and rested his own head lightly against her. “I would kill anything that ever hurt you.”


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