These Blue Grey Eyes Hold Pain Inside

*Dayton* · (This post was last modified: 04-13-2014, 10:59 AM by Dayton.)

He had just begun to relax a bit when Misha began to speak again. She seemed to think about what they should do for only a moment before deciding that they would... cuddle. The word sent a wave of discomfort through the damaged boy, most memories of affection were broken for him. But he refused to move away and leave the maiden cold and alone. So instead he endured it as she shifted, her silky fur lush and warm against his own, and rested her head on his chest. Dayton stopped breathing again. How else could he react? His heart was beating a mile a minute, and it was miracle it wasn't leaping right out of his chest. Surely Misha could feel it, what with her ears pressed so close. This only made him blush with embarrassment, which send another wave of discomfort across his delicate spine. He shuddered visibly and his entire body tensed for a minute or two.

Then, one by one, he relaxed his muscles. He loosened each part of his body until at last he was able to curl his figure around hers. Misha was here. She was familiar. It wasn't like this was new, they had done it before. But his reaction was still the same. That identical rush of heat struck him as she let out a happy sigh. He knew in that moment that he was making the right choice, staying here with her. He had promised to be there for her, and he would keep that promise. "As you wish, my lady," he murmured softly, resting his chin lightly on her head as the night rolled on above them.

Walk.
"Talk."
Think.

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