Your friend brought you to me when he could have left you. [ Matoya places the comment as a gentle counter to his own. ] Surely, there must be someone in your home city who cares and loves you; one who would see to you if you had not been brought here.
[ Who would not love him? Her expressions softens as if asking him the very question in her gaze.
Her eyes widen slightly as his close and he relaxes under her touch. She had thought he was only tolerating her touch; allowing it ad it may please her and he insists on debts he owes. Yet, the sight of him relaxed by her care causes those feelings inside her to knock harder. She wonders if they might burst from her and she share all inside her. Instead, her trembling hand gently cups the back of his head. Her own tilts so her cheek rests against the bed as she watches him indulge in her touch.
Why can it not always be like this?
Then, comes his proposal.
Matoya's eyes widen further as it all comes from him. Her ears stand on end and her heart pounds in his ears. He would protect her? Her, the Witch of the Wilds, a white mage by birth. He would protect her... and she need not stay in this cave any longer? Her tail stills and for a moment all she can do is stare at him with those wide two-toned eyes that yearn to be at his side once more.
Then, fear takes her eyes and sizes onto her person. The fear is not of him. She shakes slightly as her eyes beg him to take her away, but the rest of her seems rooted in place because of the fear. The ears atop her head lower and her shoulders curl. ]
They would kill me if they found out who... and what I am... t-they would hurt you... o-or worse because of me. They would... I...
[ Tears well in her eyes. Gods, she wishes to say "yes" and wrap her arms around him. Instead, she shifts between longing and fear. It would be safer if he returned with only Estinien. If he forgot her in this life and lived a full life with one other than a witch...
She bites her lip as she struggles to even form a further response. She is torn down the center at his offer. Her hand trembles against his head before she leans into the small touch he gives her as if starved for water. A gentle spark cuts through the battling emotions for a brief moment as something else tries to boil to the surface.
She's missed him. His touch, his gaze, the way he responds to her touches. It's all so familiar and yet slightly different due to their lives now. Yet, this seems to remain the same, and her heart feels as if takes another wound in remembering she must let him go.
I want to... I want to... but if they find me they'll kill me. Like the others. Then they'll come for you. But, even then, I want to go... and be with you again...
Matoya remains in place with her head tilted against the bed and her gaze locked onto his. She hopes he understands, for the words will not come forward as the the two radically different emotions battle to win over the other. The longing and yearning of ancient feelings clashing against the childhood trauma and fear that have ruled her since the red eye came. ]
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[ Who would not love him? Her expressions softens as if asking him the very question in her gaze.
Her eyes widen slightly as his close and he relaxes under her touch. She had thought he was only tolerating her touch; allowing it ad it may please her and he insists on debts he owes. Yet, the sight of him relaxed by her care causes those feelings inside her to knock harder. She wonders if they might burst from her and she share all inside her. Instead, her trembling hand gently cups the back of his head. Her own tilts so her cheek rests against the bed as she watches him indulge in her touch.
Why can it not always be like this?
Then, comes his proposal.
Matoya's eyes widen further as it all comes from him. Her ears stand on end and her heart pounds in his ears. He would protect her? Her, the Witch of the Wilds, a white mage by birth. He would protect her... and she need not stay in this cave any longer? Her tail stills and for a moment all she can do is stare at him with those wide two-toned eyes that yearn to be at his side once more.
Then, fear takes her eyes and sizes onto her person. The fear is not of him. She shakes slightly as her eyes beg him to take her away, but the rest of her seems rooted in place because of the fear. The ears atop her head lower and her shoulders curl. ]
They would kill me if they found out who... and what I am... t-they would hurt you... o-or worse because of me. They would... I...
[ Tears well in her eyes. Gods, she wishes to say "yes" and wrap her arms around him. Instead, she shifts between longing and fear. It would be safer if he returned with only Estinien. If he forgot her in this life and lived a full life with one other than a witch...
She bites her lip as she struggles to even form a further response. She is torn down the center at his offer. Her hand trembles against his head before she leans into the small touch he gives her as if starved for water. A gentle spark cuts through the battling emotions for a brief moment as something else tries to boil to the surface.
She's missed him. His touch, his gaze, the way he responds to her touches. It's all so familiar and yet slightly different due to their lives now. Yet, this seems to remain the same, and her heart feels as if takes another wound in remembering she must let him go.
I want to... I want to... but if they find me they'll kill me. Like the others. Then they'll come for you. But, even then, I want to go... and be with you again...
Matoya remains in place with her head tilted against the bed and her gaze locked onto his. She hopes he understands, for the words will not come forward as the the two radically different emotions battle to win over the other. The longing and yearning of ancient feelings clashing against the childhood trauma and fear that have ruled her since the red eye came. ]