It's All Going Wrong
06-20-2014, 09:40 PM
Emily hadn?t known about the sickness, but that was for the better. It meant that she was safe from it, had not bore witness to the horrors that struck so many lives within Alacritia. She had been safe, would continue being safe. There was simply the issue of getting to their new home. He knew where he wanted to take her to seek acceptance, but Arwel wasn?t ready to leave. Not yet. Not mentally or physically. He too, was grateful he was alive and well. She needed him... And he needed her so much more. The woman he cared for so much would grab the rabbit at his paws, bringing it closer, trying to encourage him to eat. She wasn?t all that far off on his condition. He had spent the night after Emily?s burial awake, holding a silent vigil to honor her memory. He thought much on the past then, praying that someday he would see her again. It felt like a part of his soul was gone now... But he wouldn?t let it happen again. He needed to protect Emily... With all he had. He would rise, taking the rabbit and moving inside the makeshift den. The walls had been strengthened with mud, moss... Anything that he could fit in there. It was warm enough, and he would lay within the den, setting the rabbit at his paws. He would stare down at it for a moment before lifting his gaze to Emily, cerulean hues shining with gentleness. ?Emily... Before I eat and sleep... I want to speak to you on some things... Serious things... Will you listen?? He had to tell her of his feelings. If he didn?t now... He might not have another chance. "Normal. Speech. Thought. You." |