Livin' on Love / P
03-28-2013, 08:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-28-2013, 08:20 PM by Epiphron.)
Epiphron failed to appease her brother's anger that had sprouted at seeing a stranger touch his sister. Sapphire blue eyes welled with vindication, but the female was smart enough to bite her tongue and keep her mouth shut. It was unsurprising that Syrinx responded so protectively. Even though it was beyond irritating at this point that he seemed determined to keep Maverick away from her, she found herself feeling thankful she even had a family who cared -- she could easily be without anyone to defend her. Had her affection for Maverick been so transparent, so obvious? The Adravendi girl would straighten herself, standing tall next to her brother. He nearly towered over her, and was certainly larger than Maverick. Syrinx mumbled something about how she was above being some 'love sick puppy.' "Of course I am above that, Syrinx," she would mumble innocently, a single red-tinted ear flicking as she listened carefully to her brother's words. Despite her desire to spend more time with Maverick, she knew if she argued it would be to no avail, and she was unwilling to place Maverick in the way of physical harm. Syrinx wasn't lying when he threatened to hurt him if he dare touch her, and she knew it. Despite her internal desires, she stood with an air of dignified regality as she eyed Maverick. Luckily, her brother could not see the passion welling inside her unwavering stare -- that alone was reserved for Maverick as she watched him, unblinking, for a long moment. All she could do was see what Maverick would say to Syrinx, and hopefully he would take the easy route out and turn and head back home. She wished he hadn't thought to come here; he was beginning to see just how silly the idea had been. In many ways, it was damaging. Certainly Syrinx would be watching her now, more carefully than before, unwilling to let some stranger act as though she was their own. For now she would rest her head against her brother, her poise serene, expertly hiding the battle of head versus heart that raged inside the stoic female. If only the discussion would end and she could crawl back inside her den, wondering when -- and if -- she would see Maverick again. |
