Remembrance of Things Past

N/A · 10-25-2014, 05:01 PM

He spoke, and that shattered the feeling of a dream that she was stuck in. She blinked rapidly, trying to take in his words. He'd come home. He closed the gap, between them- nuzzling her and she sighed into the contact- and turned her own muzzle, nuzzling it into his neck. She took a deep breath, and inhaled his scent. It was like coming home. Smelling him- touching him, made Alacritis real to her, but it also made her grief real- from all that she had lost. With his final question, she trembled- the damn of all her emotions threatening to collapse. The tremble was violent, it shook her body- and she stepped closer to him, pushing her body into his.

She'd lost everything.

She'd lost her pups, her, whatever Faust was, her pack, her friends, her pride, Greek- and all those broken emotions never were let out. She'd lost everything- but Drashiel. He was here. He had come back to her- he was here. She's terrified of letting her emotions out, but she doesn't want to hold anything back from him. She doesn't want to lie to him. "Don't leave me." She whispered- it was an actual plea. She wouldn't survive he if left her. She didn't know how to explain everything- she didn't want him to think her weak- but she longed to explain the things that were destroying her. This close to him, she thought she could almost hear his heart beating in his chest- or was that her own? She'd try to control herself, to answer his question- taking a few hectic breaths, that were filled with his scent. "I was looking for Greek. I've lost everything... I can't lose him too." She bit out, her tone desperate.

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