Distant

Noss · 12-20-2010, 12:44 AM

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To be expected; it makes it all the more interesting >;3

For as long as Noss could remember, his methods were 'go strong or not at all'. And no one could say he hadn't tried to go strong on the first plan. But now that the second plan was out in the open, the principle was going to hold. He saw the other man lean over for a moment, and he--infuriatingly--felt him tip forward a bit before he realized that Strel wasn't going to stand.

As Strel listed his past lovers--if one could call them that, by the sound of it--a secretive jealousy built inside Noss. It wasn't as if he had any right to be jealous; he had had some flings of his own. But the half-rape one caught most of his attention. He was more than jealous at that--rather, he would've taught the rapist a lesson if he'd known him--but instead he wondered just what Strel's face looked like as the wrinkles in the blanket increased, indicating the redhead's grip on it. But the confession made Noss realize just why Strel had been so disbelieving of his love. Of those four men, had they all said 'I love you'? Of them, had Strel been in love and betrayed? Strel was right in that they did not know each other as intimatly as perhaps Noss knew Naka, but Noss knew the foundation of where he stood; from there, he could build. Strel? Noss was afraid if his foundation was long broken.

He laid his ears back and bit his lip, fighting for what to do next. Strel's distrust of himself was what bothered him most, but Noss didn't know how to heal that. He was no healer in the first place; he had been trained and conditioned to fight, destroy, and hunt. He got off the bed with the silence of a seasoned hunter--perhaps with the bed lifting a great deal from lack of his weight--and knelt in front of Strel. He wanted to see the redhead's face, because Noss didn't know what to say. With slow restraint, Noss reached out his hands to cup Strel's face, waiting every second to see if he would push him away again. Strel was no young pup to be coddled and treated as if he were going to break, however much Noss felt that he might unwittingly do that to the redhead sooner or later. The novelty of caring deeply for someone was rare, and somehow, Noss wouldn't mind if he had to wait.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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