I'm Not Gonna Write You a Love Song
06-05-2013, 07:25 PM
He was completely oblivious to the fact of how his words had affected the porcelain dove. Though very well mannered and a good guy at heart, he was completely clueless when it came to woman. His mother had tried to teach him a thing or two about how to win over girl, but he had never understood. It felt rather ridiculous to him that a man had to make himself appear to be better than what he really was just to charm a woman or even get her attention. He didn't want to lure anyone in with false antics or corny pickup lines. He wanted a girl who liked him for him, not because of what he put up. And that's what he felt with Song. He only hoped she felt the same way. And again he was unaware of the reaction he'd caused in Song because of his unexpected kiss. In all honesty he hadn't wanted to see because there was that possibility in the back of his mind that she could not like him and was just playing along to be polite. And so he'd made a quick exit, ducking out into the morning to bathe in the sunrays and gather himself. It was like each moment that passed was marked by the beat of his heart. Each beat was a moment and each moment felt like an eternity. What was going through her head? Had he overstepped his boundaries? Pushed her too far? The uncertainty of how his actions would be welcomed was killing him. But he stayed where he was, muzzle angled towards the tree-tops, bi-colored eyes shut tight as he strained to catch the tell-tale pawsteps that would tell him Song was coming up behind him. He didn't have to wait long before he heard her soft steps come up behind him. At first he thought she was just going to come and stand beside him, perhaps warm up a little but to his surprise he could feel her shoulders pushing against his chest. Lids slid open, gaze flickering down to Song's ivory form as she pressed her against him, her neck, twining around his in an embrace. His heart sped up as he slowly lowered his crown meet her neck, his muzzle pressing into the silkiness of her shoulders, nostrils flaring as he breathed her in. She said nothing, merely embraced him. What was he supposed to say? Words escaped him. So he said nothing, deciding to say nothing at all but instead return her embrace, hugging her close to him. No other woman made him feel so...needed like Song did. He wasn't sure where these feelings were coming from, but he didn't think he wanted them to go away. Talk like this |