I'll dissolve when the rain pours in
05-22-2014, 04:08 PM
He was almost afraid to meet her eyes, fearful that the gift would be seen as a reminder of what she had lost in a negative and saddened light, rather than the cherished remembrance that he was searching for. But as his eyes met hers and the gasp escaped her lips he knew that he had done what was right here. He had laboured over this thing for a long time now, without true tools to make it he have used rocks to beat it to shape, had picked away at it with his claws to put in the details. He had made blunt and broken more than one nail over the process. His tentive smile started out small, uncertain and grew wider as he took in her expressions. She called it beautiful, she seemed truly amazed and happy with what he had wrought. She seemed truly happy, as he had not seen her in forever? if ever, in fact. Truly happy, her smile was stunning upon her lips as she closed the gap between them and would be in his arms again. He held her close, her warmth and soft fur crushed against his chest as he breathed in her intoxicating scent, and his head swam with it. It was so hard, near impossible when this was the woman she loved, that this scene was perfect, and her heat was against him and in his nostrils. He sighed into her, a sound of love and longing, with a tinge of need. He needed this girl, needed to pledge himself to her, to hold her in his arms forever and chase away the nightmares, chase away any that might threaten her world again. ?Will you marry me, my Twig? I want no one but you..? he whispered into her coat. "normal. talk. think." |