Scattered Thoughts

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So he was right in his assumptions, that man was her father. Isardis, why did she get to close to him? What was going on that he had missed? Had her feelings toward him changed since she had told him about the other male on the beach all those months ago? Aeron wasn't sure - in what he knew about Sibelle, what he had gathered about the woman, she was determined - strong when it came to her beliefs. Something must have happened that he had missed in his wanderings, or something was going right over his head, as feelings tended to do whenever he was involved. Yet listening to her response, hearing that sharp tone to her laughter, he wasn't sure things had changed entirely - what he was sure of, was that he would never be able to get inside of Silana's head. Her next words, would make him appreciate that - her quite words held danger to them. She was a survivor, quick, sharp in all of the ways that he wasn't and yet softer than he knew at all how to be.


The kiss to his nose made him settle a bit - immediately the demanding edge to his figure all but melted with the sudden affection. Focusing on her helped a bit with the precarious emotions that had caused him to stop at all - but they were certainly there even still. Now dabbled with thoughts of Sibelle and a hint of confusion, it was possible for him to ignore them - but her reminder only brought them swirling back where they could affect the brute. He would huff, his tail curling beside his legs and his ears pulling back along with it. "You vere.... so close to him. I zought you hated him." He would rather her hate the man than be so near him - seeing their fur slide together, russet with white, made him want to rip them apart. "Vhat does zat have to do vith survival?" He would question, question her motives, her reasons, for perhaps the first time. Because she had treated him so kindly, so sweetly... what they had wasn't a game too, was it?


It seemed like such a silly question, but in this moment the male was unsure. He shared nothing like this with anyone, not even his own sister, and if it wasn't real then nothing in this world could be real - not a damn thing. And even Aeron who knew so little of holding onto others, knew that there wasn't a point to living a lie. "I don't understand." He would admit, moving to gently nuzzle the russet woman's neck. "You are so important." He didn't realize that it was a declaration, a confession - only knew that was how he felt - plain and simple. But was he important to her too?