09-07-2011, 01:29 AM
A hard lump settled in her throat, her ears tipping back when she realized he meant to kiss her – he didn't regret it. But he was in love with Sky... or so she thought. They'd talked about it, Shawchert was torn up over her. She knew he missed the woman, he wasn't just faking it. You couldn't fake those looks, that worry. Then again, it had been a while. The two had been in turmoil since before Orin returned... but now she was back, with their daughters... maybe he was really growing tired of the woman's stubbornness. Was he falling out of love?
The thought terrified her. First and foremost, she didn't want Sky to think she had anything to do with it. If the woman thought it was intention – hell, even if she thought it was unintentional – she was prone to temper flare ups. Orin didn't want to be on the receiving end of that punishment again. Still, Sky had no right to attack her. Orin forgave the future, but if there was a second offense the pack might not be as forgiving. Hopefully if something happened she wouldn't be held responsible for it this time – she caught herself trying to shove the memories of that day aside. Shaking her head, she admonished herself... What are you doing?! That doesn't matter now!
Then he went on about her... About why he liked her. Had anyone ever said these things? Sure, she knew people liked her, that her pack cared about her, but no one had ever said these things quite like this... meaning what they did... She looked away, suddenly bashful.
Well, she knew she had changed alright, but it was for the better? Maybe Shawchet didn't see. Part of her wanted to protest what he was saying, to fight it, but thankfully since she'd been back in d'Arte that part of her was growing meeker and meeker, the old Orin blossoming every day.
“I... you don't have to say those things,” she was about to say something more to discount him, but somehow when his blue eyes caught her gold she couldn't rob him of the emotion in his words. She shut up, her maw gaping, and the shutting with a clack.
Then he said it, and her jaw dropped again. Almond shaped golden eyes became as round as mother moon and her hands shot up to cover her gasp. What the..? Her ears were pert little peaks, as though she was straining to hear what he said, like she couldn't believe her own ears.
“Yes!!” She blurted after only a second. She didn't even stop to think about it. The wheels had been turning the whole time he was talking, but even in the moment she expressed her shock she knew what she was going to say. She nodded, her heart drumming against her ribs. It overwhelmed her, but she didn't bother to take pause and consider what it all could mean. It was time to throw caution to the wind and the duck – let somebody else deal with it. This was her time to do whatever she wanted, and right now, she wanted nothing more than Shawchert to herself.
“You have no idea... yes.” And then she started to cry. Yet unlike so many times recently, these weren't tears of sorrow. She mopped at the corner of her eyes, then sprang from the ground and wrapped her arms around him. “We will have you. We'll be a family,” she knew it wasn't a marriage proposal or anything, but what she did effected her daughters. There was nothing more important to her now than knowing they would know what it is like to have a real family, a thing Orin herself only had for a few short months of her youth.
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The thought terrified her. First and foremost, she didn't want Sky to think she had anything to do with it. If the woman thought it was intention – hell, even if she thought it was unintentional – she was prone to temper flare ups. Orin didn't want to be on the receiving end of that punishment again. Still, Sky had no right to attack her. Orin forgave the future, but if there was a second offense the pack might not be as forgiving. Hopefully if something happened she wouldn't be held responsible for it this time – she caught herself trying to shove the memories of that day aside. Shaking her head, she admonished herself... What are you doing?! That doesn't matter now!
Then he went on about her... About why he liked her. Had anyone ever said these things? Sure, she knew people liked her, that her pack cared about her, but no one had ever said these things quite like this... meaning what they did... She looked away, suddenly bashful.
Well, she knew she had changed alright, but it was for the better? Maybe Shawchet didn't see. Part of her wanted to protest what he was saying, to fight it, but thankfully since she'd been back in d'Arte that part of her was growing meeker and meeker, the old Orin blossoming every day.
“I... you don't have to say those things,” she was about to say something more to discount him, but somehow when his blue eyes caught her gold she couldn't rob him of the emotion in his words. She shut up, her maw gaping, and the shutting with a clack.
Then he said it, and her jaw dropped again. Almond shaped golden eyes became as round as mother moon and her hands shot up to cover her gasp. What the..? Her ears were pert little peaks, as though she was straining to hear what he said, like she couldn't believe her own ears.
“Yes!!” She blurted after only a second. She didn't even stop to think about it. The wheels had been turning the whole time he was talking, but even in the moment she expressed her shock she knew what she was going to say. She nodded, her heart drumming against her ribs. It overwhelmed her, but she didn't bother to take pause and consider what it all could mean. It was time to throw caution to the wind and the duck – let somebody else deal with it. This was her time to do whatever she wanted, and right now, she wanted nothing more than Shawchert to herself.
“You have no idea... yes.” And then she started to cry. Yet unlike so many times recently, these weren't tears of sorrow. She mopped at the corner of her eyes, then sprang from the ground and wrapped her arms around him. “We will have you. We'll be a family,” she knew it wasn't a marriage proposal or anything, but what she did effected her daughters. There was nothing more important to her now than knowing they would know what it is like to have a real family, a thing Orin herself only had for a few short months of her youth.
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