Careless Whisper
03-07-2014, 03:29 PM
Hearing her middle name roll smoothly off his tongue sent shivers down her spine. No one really called her by her middle name but Twig. Her sister had always seemed intent on going off of middle names than first. Angel did not mind it but her opinion was why hide behind it? It was like you were hiding behind some fake fa?ade with a middle name. No she showed and told people exactly who and how she was, just simple being herself and nothing more or less. His paw gently lifted her face up to him and she could do nothing but compile. Eyes stared into his, as if trying to see right into him. Each word waved and swirled around her, wrapping her in their embrace. Her body grew warm and a blush glowed from her cheeks. She clung onto each word that passed his lips, drinking them in as if her life depended on them. A place within her felt less dark and painful, a ray of light breaking through the clouds within her soul. Was life gracing her with someone she so desperately needed to heal her wounds? For a brief second Tyr's face flashed in her mind's eye. Who would heal his? But is quickly vanished as Skoll's paw brushed her cheek. Her body involuntarily leaned into it, eyes closing for a moment. But as his touch slide away her gaze followed his paw. Her cheek burned where his had touched it. For once she felt appreciated, noticed, and worthy. It was true she had felt so discarded from her family, easily tossed away and only called back when needed. Part of her hated her family for it, despised them, and yet she knew if they needed her again she would go to them. But for now it was time she found out who she was and make her own discoveries and experiences, her own memories. She looked back up at Skoll, a crazy idea flickered in her voice, growing till she voiced it. Take me with you Skoll. Lets face the world together? Her voice came in a soft whisper, as if afraid he would deny her words. A whisper so soft it would not break this moment for being too loud. She felt as if, if he would walk away now she would crumble into pieces and be unable to gather the pieces even again. She crave for his words, his intent look upon her, his attention. Angel was smart, keen, but innocent to love and how easily it could be played. Unknown to these feeling she was going through. She could not truly say she was falling for him or just her soul desiring his words and touch. Her body screaming to be healed, to be loved in some kind of way. To be noticed and not some sister in the background. I can talk! |
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