there's nothing holding you back
11-03-2014, 12:53 AM
She needed to get a grip. His head seemed to drop lower withe very passing moment that he stood staring at her. Was there a point to punishing him or was it simply her wounded ego? He stood as a still as a statue, his soft words almost weren't heard. Silver audits tipped forward in order to catch his whispers. Why does it have to be like this.' She would hesitate for a moment, contemplating his words. Did it have to be this way? Legs would move on their own accord, eating up the distance between with only a few strides. She would aim to press her chest again his own, leaning into him and pressing her face into his neck. She would allow herself to be momentarily lost in his scent, allowing the heady cologne to linger in her nostrils, for his warmth to wash over her. A gentle would leave her lips as tension slipped from her shoulders and weary muscles relaxed. She would say nothing, allowing the pain to slip away and the trouble to fall behind them. There was no doubt that he wanted to start fresh, and so did she. While she desperately wanted to erase the entire thing from her memory, she knew it wasn't possible. Leaning back only so she could meet his gaze, a small smile would toy with her sooty lips, her expression softening with the slow wag of her tail. She wasn't entire sure what would happen now, if she could ever be as carefree as before but she was willing to allow him back into her good graces. |