She pulled away from him, the separation quick and expected and he had steeled himself again by the time she had rigthened. He tried to control the torrent of emotions that rippled through him, but he had never been one for keeping his feelings in check. He loved too much, and too fast and that had already gotten him into trouble in the past. One might even call him fickle minded, and maybe it was but it all came purely from the heart and sometimes he couldn't taint it with his mind before it overwhelmed him. Even knowing this, he could only look helplessly at Othello and feel it only stronger instead of the weaker he desired.
Perhaps they both could touch the tension of emotion in the air around them, for she seemed to read further into his words then he had spoken. He would watch, helplessly as her ears pulled back to her skull and her expression fell to one of sadness. He could feel his heart ache in his chest at the sighter of her, and not moving forward, not comforting her was one of the hardest things he ever had to do ? but hearing the words that tumbled free of her lips next he knew that he had to keep a hold of that barrier that stilled his steps. He watched in agonising moments as she pulled herself together again, he could almost see her holding the pieces of her heart as she shoved them somewhere inside her chest to lift her head again and speak once more. It was his turn to slip his eyes closed, wishing he could put a lid into the emotions that over flowed and suffocated him. He loved Sibelle, he knew that in every reach of his heart and he had to hold onto that, even as he looked at this girl of his past and saw in her so much, read some of what had happened to her and changed her in those few, naked moments when his heart stilled in his breast. He knew she was not happy and could only guess that Scorpion had not changed his ways, instead, she had changed hers. She was so much quieter her now in her emotions, that he felt as through he raged with them alone. He could almost smile at the thought, that she learned control as he learned how to lose it.
He was still struggling with himself when she moved that step forward, and her skin touched his. He felt the shock of it run through him, the sizzling of their touch as he watched her, refusing to close his eyes as he looked into her similar toned ones. He swallowed, incapable of speech and his knees felt weak beneath him like a pup looking at a pretty girl for the first time and realising what a female was. When he spoke, his heart betrayed him, it was that organ that unlocked his lips and not his brain as he looked at her through liquid eyes and asked. ?Could you handle leaving?? he swallowed again and looked away, no, how could he dare be so cruelly selfish when he already knew he could not handle leaving Sibelle, how could he asked her to enter her life so they could both torture each other thereafter. He wished she was somehow family, then perhaps this strong emotion would feel different and she could stay, he would not have to lose her again. Yet, even with knowledge rearing its ugly head against him he could not bring himself to rescind his words, nor lift his eyes once more to see into hers.
"Speech"
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