09-21-2010, 09:15 AM
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*squees and melts*
WC: 416
Silence once again pervaded the room at the end of Bris' confession. So far, no tears had fallen, but her mismatched eyes were watery with the threat of them. The white woman stood as a statue near the window, her only movement the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Her heart raced in the limbo between the two wolves as she waited for Conor's reaction. When the young male found his voice again, all Bris could do was nod in silence, affirming her leader's very simple statement. Yes, he hurt her. But she would deal with it.
Bris sucked in a deep breath as she heard the floor creak behind her. She assumed that Conor was still angry, still fighting his reaction, and was taking himself out of the room to cool his head. Truth be told, telling him what had happened between her and Hybrid had been far less ugly than she'd been afraid of, and now that it was all said and done she felt genuinely relieved. There was still the matter of losing sleep, but that was something the young Dahlian could deal with through herbs. She would simply have to force her body to sleep so deeply that she bypassed the dreaming stage altogether. Maybe then she could get some rest. Hell, maybe that could work for Conor too. He was still losing sleep, and Bris was still worried for him.
A thousand thoughts raced through the Stormbringer's mind in the void left by Conor's retreat from the room. They focused on anything and everything unrelated to the fear that bubbled in her heart around Hybrid. Yet all those thoughts suddenly stopped cold with the warmth that suddenly enveloped her. Conor's scent filled the air around her, familiar and comforting, his strong arms encircling her in an unexpected feeling of safety. His touch came as a complete shock to her; she'd thought he'd walked away. Bris' heart raced for a brief moment, and then suddenly all of the tension melted away from her body. Tears fell from her gemstone eyes before she could stop them, and the woman wrapped her own arms around Conor's. Despite the tears, the male's gentle words and comforting embrace calmed her, her lungs filling with his earthy scent as Bris' breathing relaxed. "Conor..." There were a thousand things she wanted to say, wanted to tell him as he held her close, but all she could whisper was his name. Maybe it was enough.
Table by Vero!
WC: 416
Silence once again pervaded the room at the end of Bris' confession. So far, no tears had fallen, but her mismatched eyes were watery with the threat of them. The white woman stood as a statue near the window, her only movement the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Her heart raced in the limbo between the two wolves as she waited for Conor's reaction. When the young male found his voice again, all Bris could do was nod in silence, affirming her leader's very simple statement. Yes, he hurt her. But she would deal with it.
Bris sucked in a deep breath as she heard the floor creak behind her. She assumed that Conor was still angry, still fighting his reaction, and was taking himself out of the room to cool his head. Truth be told, telling him what had happened between her and Hybrid had been far less ugly than she'd been afraid of, and now that it was all said and done she felt genuinely relieved. There was still the matter of losing sleep, but that was something the young Dahlian could deal with through herbs. She would simply have to force her body to sleep so deeply that she bypassed the dreaming stage altogether. Maybe then she could get some rest. Hell, maybe that could work for Conor too. He was still losing sleep, and Bris was still worried for him.
A thousand thoughts raced through the Stormbringer's mind in the void left by Conor's retreat from the room. They focused on anything and everything unrelated to the fear that bubbled in her heart around Hybrid. Yet all those thoughts suddenly stopped cold with the warmth that suddenly enveloped her. Conor's scent filled the air around her, familiar and comforting, his strong arms encircling her in an unexpected feeling of safety. His touch came as a complete shock to her; she'd thought he'd walked away. Bris' heart raced for a brief moment, and then suddenly all of the tension melted away from her body. Tears fell from her gemstone eyes before she could stop them, and the woman wrapped her own arms around Conor's. Despite the tears, the male's gentle words and comforting embrace calmed her, her lungs filling with his earthy scent as Bris' breathing relaxed. "Conor..." There were a thousand things she wanted to say, wanted to tell him as he held her close, but all she could whisper was his name. Maybe it was enough.
Table by Vero!