Shelter For My Soul

He had succeeded in puller her over him and he lay oddly breathless for a moment with his back to the sand and the soft trail of sea gently pulling and pushing at their entwined bodies. He could feel her now, exactly as he had wanted and needed it to be. Could feel her chest against him and melted into the soft recessed of her body. Her elongated tail would curl gently about his own to complete the entwinement and could no longer imagine there was anything of the world left but her. Her voice would touch out in the air before them now and he gave a soft and husky laugh, a baritone to her sweeter giggle.



?Very? he murmured, and it came out in an utterly content sigh. This boy was quickly becoming addicted to her, to her touch and the feel of her body to her scent and the familiar resonance of her presence. His utter contentment would be displayed in his half slitted eyes and the thrumming of a soft tone between his lips as a warm silence came over them both for a while, not broken until again she spoke. He would tense slightly beneath her, the comfort falling away like a blanket taken by the wind. Can we do this everyday? Can we try to stay at each others side? they had spoken of this once before and neither had committed nor denied the want to stay forever side by side. ?We can stay at these islands for a while, our time together? he allowed, spoken hesitantly as he tried to work through his own feelings and wants right now, to find something, to find an answer to give her.



He knew he needed her presence, it was becoming something more then a want, that beside her he felt utterly different, utterly full and brimming and content. Yet.. he was not certain he could fully give himself over to her as she asked of him. This was a commitment she asked for, to spend each day together. ?Othello... I feel as through I need you, which I barely understand. God. Beside you is like nothing i've ever felt before? it was spoken utterly honestly, but it was too much like a yes, when something else inside of him was saying no. So... here, here would be the part with the 'but'



?When I told you I didn't know how to stay it was not a lie. I need you, but there's something else I need as well. I need my freedom, to travel, to see and to...? how could he explain it, how it felt to have utter freedom in the world, to go as he wished and do as he wanted. The wolves he met became a piece of him, a piece he wasn't certain he could give up. He could feel her weight and heat upon him, and it was impossible not to look into her eyes like this, and nor could he deny her that. His violet orbs where puzzled and confused, more then that however there was a hint of something else.. hurt? He wasn't even certain himself what he was feeling. ?There's more even then that. Have I told you of my family? My sisters? My Twig? I have a responsibility to them as well..? he looked at her, hopelessly. He did not want to give her up, he was not certain he could sacrifice what it took to spend every day at her side. He knew that a part of what he was saying was not fair. How could he ask anything of her when he was not willing to give. He felt trapped now, as his gaze lingered on hers. He wanted her... without the price, and fully expected for her to answer with anger, braced himself for the hurt of it, this selfish boy.

"Speech"
'thoughts'