07-22-2009, 06:55 AM
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There was deep pain in her eye from his perceived rejection and recoil, gazing at him in confusion and hurt. Samael never wanted to hurt his mother, but if she truly understood how he felt, that would probably hurt her more than simple rejection. He couldn’t stand her touch, because it made him want only more, burying his face in her warm coat and inhaling her familiar scent. But if he allowed himself to get so close, would he be able to contain himself, holding back from attempting to attain what he wanted? He understood his weakness and his desire, and he didn’t want to force himself unwanted on the woman—he cared far too much for her, preferring to dwell in restrained misery rather than chase his dear mother away in disgust. She stated her love in return, but it was so different than his, ensuring he knew the meaning. The single word at the end rang in his ears like some sort of finalization, though it was simply his title in relation to her.
Her features were held so carefully in place, attempting to betray no emotion or disgust at the realization of her son’s true affection. He held himself at a distance, not daring to touch her. For so long he’d held himself to secrecy, but others around him had seen and known. Hybrid had known. Hybrid had encountered him when he’d cried her name in his sleep, awakening to turn his attention onto the other coyote, if simply to seek some sort of vague relief. Gabriel had known, even if he’d never directly confront his half-brother. But Kaena had thankfully closed her eyes, keeping him as nothing more than a deeply devoted son who’d walk to the ends of hell and back for her. But then she’d disappeared, taking after some little runt Samael resented and departing from his life with only assumptions of death in her wake. He’d waited for her patiently, biding his time in hopes of her return, but she’d never come back.
Now she was here and he’d since given up on believing they’d ever meet again, leaving him disorientated and unsure how to react, unable to keep his secret any longer and pretend he didn’t desire her. “You don’t.. hate me?” he asked, an uncharacteristic vulnerability creeping into his soft voice. Crimson eyes meet mismatched, a strange fear present in their blood-hued depths. The puppy she’d raised alone in a cave on a beach was alive in his thin features, fearful she’d send him running with bared fangs and absolute revile and revulsion.
There was deep pain in her eye from his perceived rejection and recoil, gazing at him in confusion and hurt. Samael never wanted to hurt his mother, but if she truly understood how he felt, that would probably hurt her more than simple rejection. He couldn’t stand her touch, because it made him want only more, burying his face in her warm coat and inhaling her familiar scent. But if he allowed himself to get so close, would he be able to contain himself, holding back from attempting to attain what he wanted? He understood his weakness and his desire, and he didn’t want to force himself unwanted on the woman—he cared far too much for her, preferring to dwell in restrained misery rather than chase his dear mother away in disgust. She stated her love in return, but it was so different than his, ensuring he knew the meaning. The single word at the end rang in his ears like some sort of finalization, though it was simply his title in relation to her.
Her features were held so carefully in place, attempting to betray no emotion or disgust at the realization of her son’s true affection. He held himself at a distance, not daring to touch her. For so long he’d held himself to secrecy, but others around him had seen and known. Hybrid had known. Hybrid had encountered him when he’d cried her name in his sleep, awakening to turn his attention onto the other coyote, if simply to seek some sort of vague relief. Gabriel had known, even if he’d never directly confront his half-brother. But Kaena had thankfully closed her eyes, keeping him as nothing more than a deeply devoted son who’d walk to the ends of hell and back for her. But then she’d disappeared, taking after some little runt Samael resented and departing from his life with only assumptions of death in her wake. He’d waited for her patiently, biding his time in hopes of her return, but she’d never come back.
Now she was here and he’d since given up on believing they’d ever meet again, leaving him disorientated and unsure how to react, unable to keep his secret any longer and pretend he didn’t desire her. “You don’t.. hate me?” he asked, an uncharacteristic vulnerability creeping into his soft voice. Crimson eyes meet mismatched, a strange fear present in their blood-hued depths. The puppy she’d raised alone in a cave on a beach was alive in his thin features, fearful she’d send him running with bared fangs and absolute revile and revulsion.