S'il suffisait d'aimer
12-06-2013, 11:40 PM
He was probably right, if she had gone near the battle she would be utting herself and Gitan at risk. She knew she would not be able to sit by as he fought and might have rushed into war just to be with him. But the feeling of helplessness was still there. She wished she could have helped in some way or another. Perhaps she could visit Valhalla and Seracia and give them some herbs they surely would be in need of right now. She sighed heavily, she felt like she had failed in some way or another. She couldn't help it, it was just the way she was, easily able to offer others her aid. But it seemed here in Alacritis such a thing was rare and frowned upon. After her comment about him checking up on her, her smile slowly slipped away. She watched him with her bi-colored eyes. Why wasn't he responding, had she assumed wrong? Maybe he just didn't get what she meant? She hated the awkward silence between them with him trying to find words and her waiting. She looked away, shifting uneasily. And then the need to fill the gap made her jaws part and babble out how she felt. With eyes closed tight as she stood there, head bowed slightly as if in defeat. In truth she was, in defeat to her total and overwhelming love for the man before her. It consumed her, stole her thoughts night and day, made her heart race. She could never get over it, it would always be like this. He pulled her into him, as if knowing saying all she had had put her on the verge of falling and or singing on the cliff edge. His caress to her head made her eyes open just as he whispered into her ear. Eyes widened, the breath she held was let loose, her shoulders sagged in relief. But the most noticeable thing was that her heart felt like it was going to swell and explode. Each beat seemed to pump this new feeling on completion within her. She felt whole, happy, and seeming to find her place in the world. So long as she was at Gitan's side she would be fine. She leaned into him, nuzzling his chest and licking along his neck."Oh Gitan....stay with me tonight? She whispered to him breathlessly. Speech, |