Chase Away The Demons

Walk | Talk | Think

She might not have been watching him very closely through the telling of her nightmare, too caught up in the sickening details of it to process anything other than what she was saying and the vision those words elicited, but when she had finally glanced his way Callisto could see the rage boiling away beneath the grey male's typically timid expression. It might have surprised her if she was not still under the influence of her nightmare, still shaking and focusing the majority of her attention on trying to calm her body and sending the distressing images of the dream from her mind. Part of the reason she had targeted Jakart with her advances was because of the calm, quiet, submissiveness she could remember seeing in him compared to other males she had been around. He might have trained in fighting, might even have possessed the build for it, but she had never truly envisioned him as aggressive or strong enough in character to fully embody that lifestyle. But she had seen it there in his mismatched eyes, in the furrow of his brow and the set of his jaw, and she wondered if it was because of the sad injustice in her tale or because it had happened to her.

The tremors in her body worsened with the conclusion to her story and showed no sign of letting up again soon. She was still unsure whether speaking it all out loud had been of any benefit. If anything, it seemed to have made things worse as the trembling of her body was indicating. It had made the images in her mind stronger too, giving them all a voice as if to make them real, as real as the realities they were based off of. The black and grey healer tucked her head slightly, the sliver of regret she felt beginning to grow, but as she felt Jak scoot closer to her, felt his foreleg slide across her shoulders, she knew she was not the only one affected by the events she had recalled. There was a moment where she did nothing, simply lay with her side pressed to his as he rested his foreleg over her shoulders, but recalling how gentle and soothing his touch could be when she surrendered to it, Callisto knew deep down that was what she had wanted all along.

She turned, rolled slightly onto her side, so that she could face him more directly. Silvery blue eyes studied his consoling expression as she tried to gauge his thoughts, whether this had all been a part of his plan or if he had really only meant the gesture as a small comfort to her. Either way, she had already made up her mind. Her wary but resigned gaze lowered from his as she scooted her shaking body closer to him, wriggling further into his embrace and accepting it without further resistance. Lowering her head, she closed her eyes and let her forehead tuck against his chest and allowed her nose to softly skim his fur, drawing in soft breaths that were full of his scent. It was like a balm to the pain left over by the nightmare, soothing the ache in her being and reminding her more than ever that she was not alone in this. Jak knew, all of it she wagered by the initial look on his face, and he was offering her comfort. Before she might have planted the thought into her mind only to appease her distress, to fool herself into thinking he cared about her safety and happiness. But this time...this time she felt it might actually be true.