It was a bold, perhaps foolish move. Yet he knew that this was what he wanted, at least. She was not a child that he could follow around to ensure her safety. They were about the same age and yet he knew that he would always blame himself if anything happened to her. The Soul male, born from and raised with sin and hatred, always feared that he would take his warm, happy surroundings for granted. One day everything could be lost. The presence was so fragile, so tremendously precious that he had difficulties grasping it. They all dreamed of forever with happy endings, but the only thing they could count on was the very presence, and it always moved and bended, often without one’s will.
The Alpha quietly adored the contrast between their hues. They were warm and cold, autumn and winter. He loved it, and attempted to cherish the sensation of her body against his. He was relieved to find that she did not immediately break away and flee from his touch. To be honest, he hoped for this for quite some time. While he was growing confidence with every passing day with the burden of leadership, he did not know how to proceed when emotion was present. Alexey had rejected him and later disappeared. It would not have hurt so much if he had known that she did not care for him. They had both known that the feeling was mutual, but she had rejected him and eventually abandoned him anyway. Bris had slowly undone this hurt and without words told his heart that it was ready to love again.
He was not disappointed at the angle of the embrace. He could not gaze into her face and see the clear crystal tears falling from her bi-coloured eyes, but he could allow his muzzle to accidentally settle above her shoulder, close to her silky mane. Her voice fluttered like a wispy butterfly made of silk. While the coldest season of all smelled fresh and cool, Bris’ scent was richer and reminded him of summer and sunsets. If he kept her here in his grasp, she couldn’t disappear. ”I don't want to lose you..” he heard himself whisper, though the boiling rage seemed to have evaporated. There were other, more prominent feelings coating his heart with sweet warmth and absolute calm.