All Your Perfect Imperfections
04-20-2014, 05:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-20-2014, 05:27 PM by Dayton.)
Dayton still felt the deep weight of dread in his stomach. Even as a smile stretched across her face. It looked false, some hidden pain still wavering underneath it all. And as such, he couldn't bring himself to smile back. Was she pretending to smile because of some physical pain, or was she still unhappy? Whatever the ailment, he needed to fix it. The small male sniffled a bit, erasing any evidence of tears from his face, and spoke to his love again. His voice sounded a bit dejected, though. "What is wrong, Misha? What can I do to help? Do you need a healer? Do you need me to... to do something for you?" He shifted closer, nuzzling her briefly. "Because I'm willing to do anything. You know that." His tongue snuck gently under her chin, willing her to be open and honest with him again. None of these false smiles. He wanted the truth, no matter how hard it may hurt. He anticipated the worst as he gave Misha kiss after kiss, hoping one last time that she would return to normal... Walk. "Talk." Think. |