[ If she had not thought what pulled them together was from her soul? She would think it was by the fact they both seem very lonely. While she can only imagine what life he has led? She has been alone for many years. The proper Matoya had left a number of years ago for things unknown, and the elder Miqo'te she had looked up to left as well to train in the arcane. It had left her, the younger "Matoya", alone in the cave until she had found the small blue bird aimlessly wandering the akasha...drifting... all alone.
Her eyes flutter shut at his gentle touch. It is a gentle caress, and one that feels familiar to her. Just as his gaze and touching his hair is. Little things that make her wonder if they carry over from the life they shared once before. Or, perhaps there has been multiple lives? All she know for certain is that he is the one she is meant to be with.
She seemingly melts against his touch once he says he could be used to such things. A faint nod comes to his words, almost being entirely distracted by the gentle touch and the idea of being at his side like this. Something inside her clings to it. So much to the point that when he asks his next question, her eyes immediately snap to his and she leans against him. ]
Yes.
[ Otherwise, I'll never be able to leave.
Despite what he believes, Matoya gives an inhale and an exhale, doing her best to lower the walls around her. If her walls are lowered, then, it will be easier to believe what he says. Especially when she truly does wish to believe it. Her heart and soul scream that she can, but, her mind is so firmly lodged into the belief she is unable to. Yet, she forces her body to relax as much as she is able and never once breaks eye contact with him.
You can leave this cave. You should leave this cave and accompany me.
Matoya's gaze softens at his words as she focuses on his voice and how he speaks. Her ears relax and her tail seems to drape over her legs and his. She can? She should? The hand atop his moves to slip her fingers so they rest against his, while the other at his arm raises. She gently touches his chin and tilts her head. Can she truly leave... should she...?
I want to go with you.
A blue hue seems to try and reflect in her eyes; a sense that she is attempting to follow with his words and sink into them. ]
I should...? [ Matoya attempts to convince herself that what he says is true, but, some part of her mind rebels as he might suspect. Yet it is the fear that still lingers in her gaze that should be able to direct him as to why her mind puts up the fight. She has already given permission, and thus the idea of him bending her free will is not what chains her now. ] I should... but...
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Her eyes flutter shut at his gentle touch. It is a gentle caress, and one that feels familiar to her. Just as his gaze and touching his hair is. Little things that make her wonder if they carry over from the life they shared once before. Or, perhaps there has been multiple lives? All she know for certain is that he is the one she is meant to be with.
She seemingly melts against his touch once he says he could be used to such things. A faint nod comes to his words, almost being entirely distracted by the gentle touch and the idea of being at his side like this. Something inside her clings to it. So much to the point that when he asks his next question, her eyes immediately snap to his and she leans against him. ]
Yes.
[ Otherwise, I'll never be able to leave.
Despite what he believes, Matoya gives an inhale and an exhale, doing her best to lower the walls around her. If her walls are lowered, then, it will be easier to believe what he says. Especially when she truly does wish to believe it. Her heart and soul scream that she can, but, her mind is so firmly lodged into the belief she is unable to. Yet, she forces her body to relax as much as she is able and never once breaks eye contact with him.
You can leave this cave. You should leave this cave and accompany me.
Matoya's gaze softens at his words as she focuses on his voice and how he speaks. Her ears relax and her tail seems to drape over her legs and his. She can? She should? The hand atop his moves to slip her fingers so they rest against his, while the other at his arm raises. She gently touches his chin and tilts her head. Can she truly leave... should she...?
I want to go with you.
A blue hue seems to try and reflect in her eyes; a sense that she is attempting to follow with his words and sink into them. ]
I should...? [ Matoya attempts to convince herself that what he says is true, but, some part of her mind rebels as he might suspect. Yet it is the fear that still lingers in her gaze that should be able to direct him as to why her mind puts up the fight. She has already given permission, and thus the idea of him bending her free will is not what chains her now. ] I should... but...