Jar Of Hearts
06-07-2013, 09:45 AM
She was beautiful as always, that coat of hers making him want to bury his face in her ruff and let the world melt away. But it was those eyes that he couldn't tear his gaze from, some much like his, so much like their daughters and filled with so much pain as she looked at him. Had he been wrong to keep his sickness to himself? He hadn't wanted to jeopardize the pack, that had always been how his mother had dealt with their sicknesses when they had been younger. She had kept them separate and had attended to them herself most of the time if it was bad. It wasn't worth it getting everyone else sick after all. What if he had gotten Aislyn sick? What would Liberty do? No... He had done the right thing, she had too many responsibilities to fall sick so this was for the best. He would stand by his decision to keep himself quarantined at the boarders. The male wasn't even sure if it was a good idea to be here now, to be seeing her but... He couldn't say no, he never could to her... Even if every part of his brain said no his heart pulled him back to her and now here he stood, still trying to keep her safe by keeping distance between them. But as his name fell from her lips, barely more then a whisper, he felt his legs tremble, pushing his diminished form towards her even as she threw herself at him. She covered the distance far quicker then he as be wrapped his neck around hers in a tight embrace, fighting back the lump that was growing in his throat and the sting that was beginning in his eyes. He didn't want to be away from her for that long ever again...
"Shhhhh..." he soothed at he licked the back of her neck tenderly, pressing his face into the thick fur covering her neck and shoulders. Why hadn't he told her? He would never want to get her sick and knowing her she wouldn't have wanted to leave his side the entire time and would have ended up catching whatever had already gotten a hold of him. "I didn't want to get anyone here sick, especially you. One of us had to be well enough to take care of Liberty..." he said softly, voice barely able to rise above a whisper. And what if he had called her? What if she had come and carried the sickness back to their daughter? She didn't have the same immune system that they had, it could have been bad. That thought was what had kept him from giving in at those low moments when he had been so sick he had almost wished for death, those low moments when all he had wanted was to see Aislyn... He hadn't called for their safety... And even now... He would have to give them some herbs to take so they would be less likely to get sick. He was fairly sure he had something that could boost immune systems... He really had to collect more herbs next spring... It was then that he felt a dampness on his shoulder and he took a step back, running his nose along her neck then cheek as he backed up. "Please don't cry, I'll be fine, I promise. There's no way some sickness could keep me from you for long" he said softly, tongue sweeping along we cheekbone to lap up the tears. He wouldn't have her cry for him, not when he was finally getting better. |
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