OOC:
Kemo wasn't sure why he was able to find her face so easily, to make it appear as though he wasn't really blind with how well he knew where to look to find her eyes. He again marveled and gave thanks for the fact that his mind was his own sanctuary, a fortress that no one alive or dead as far as he knew could penetrate to find his deepest darkest secrets within. He hoped Ralla would change the subject, as they had done so many times before when they sensed the other didn't want to elaborate further on a subject, or wanted to keep something to themselves. He had always taken that for granted, never expecting that one day it could change, one day they would both seek to know everything about each other. Sometimes he wondered if it was actually Ralla that was the blind one, because she still as of yet could not see the evil in his eyes.
It was for that reason that he snapped his head to face hers, shock registering on his face. How did she know he was lying? Did she know him more than he thought she did? Was she aware of every little movement his body language performed, able to read him like a book because of the long nights by the fire they had spent, the journey to Cour des Miracles, and the only other times he spent with the wolfess? He shook his head, though he was unable to voice his denial of her accusation, appearing to look back down at his paws again. His mind sent up a flag and he remembered what he had said to Alaine when she had told him he wasn't really blind. The one thing different between this situation and that one was that Ralla was the blind one now, but he didn't want her to see the true Kemo...he couldn't possibly tell her the things that were running through his mind now, could he?
Well of course he could, but it was what Ralla would think of him that sealed his muzzle. Surely she wouldn't want to be with a puppy burning, wolfess raping, pot smoking, violent tempered wolf like him? But then she had said it. The one thing that had been dominating his mind all this time that she had been away, and on top of that, he could hear the hurt in her words. Before he could try and come up with a way around that question, she spelled it out for him, point blank, and he knew now that he could never lie to her again. She had him, read his actions, remembered his habits, oh she was good, but how was he going to convince himself that she wasn't going to leave him for the things she wanted him to tell her, when she had left him alone so many times before? The fight with Noss, the argument they had on the very first day, the return from Cour des Miracles...
And yet...He scooted closer to her, laying his head on her forepaws and looking up with his blind eyes into her face. "Ok Ralla...yes...I was lying, but it's something I wish to keep to myself..to protect you..from me." He had a feeling that his entire life was about to change within the next few moments.
Kemo ”talks”, walks, and
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