The Fog is Lifted

Heath morte dre Soul · 05-22-2010, 09:33 AM

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i like how you ended that post, a lot Big Grin

Heath knew that there was no more important task then bringing her out of this sadness. There would be nothing more important then taking care of her. His life would revolve around her and her happiness, and Heath saw nothing wrong with that fact. The male was content, more so then he had ever been and though all of this hurt him, not knowing how to bring her out of this depression, worrying that he was not strong enough to turn the tide of her unhappiness, he would rather hurt then be without her. Such a thing would be the death of him.

Golden eyes watched as her face softened, lips turning into a smile and Heath felt himself smile along with her. They caught the pale blue eyes, their light flickering brightly onto his as they searched him. He felt then lavish over his heart, looking deeper then any normal sighted gaze. It warmed his core, giving him a sense of familiar comfort. She looked like herself, not just seemed like the normal gleeful Ruri that he was used to but actually was. It was easy for him to see it was truly her and that she had returned to him, having been searching for all these weeks. He hugged her closer briefly, embracing the woman he loved and not just the shadow of her being.

At her statement Heath began to feel a lighthearted nature rise in him. As she pulled him he remained stationary, his hands holding her and his voice spoke with an obvious tease, Are you sure? Her eagerness was something he did not with to outright diminish, but she was back and Heath wanted to enjoy the playfulness that he was used to. As she pulled a bit more he sagged his body a bit as if she had finally convinced him and he submitted. His tone was full of mock annoyance Alright, alright., and he could not keep the façade up for long. A small bought of laughter escaped him as they exited the house.

Making it to the porch, the pale stallion stood just beyond their door and in the grasses that lingered. Heath gave a whistle and the horse perked at the sound, his head rising with grass in his large mouth. Slowly, the mellow creature wandered towards them. Heath swept her into his arms, refusing to allow their bodies any time apart. Strong arms held her, carrying her to the tall horse. He felt a great relief as they got close to the Stark, finally finding her and knowing that Jac would just a memory and not something that could destroy them, ever.

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