01-18-2012, 05:03 PM
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He gallantly looked away and made a production of it so that she noticed he had when she realised that a few of the buttons on her borrowed/stolen shirt had come undone during her struggles in her dreams. Again anger rose in fresh waves and the male beat them back with fists of steel. His anger had no place here where it could scare her. It was better reserved for other areas of his life, training and tracking. 'Discouraging' any stubborn trespassers, boy how Enzo hoped he found some of those in the next few days. A few days ago those thoughts would have disturbed him greatly but now they settled within him in a cold clarity. The world was full of disgusting evil people, they needed to be kept out and away. Away from his Juliet and her fragile form. For her he knew he would gladly slay a thousand beings or more, be them lupine or other. His last name suddenly seemed a whole lot more relevant. He was a Knight; defender of the weak and vulnerable. The notion almost caused him to bare his teeth in a crooked smile but he resisted for her sake.
Again there were flashes of pain within his mismatched eyes of emerald and violet as she flinched away from him, shrunk under his gaze and tried to pull away from him. Pulling his mouth down in a frown and his brows together in thinly veiled concern. But he knew where to look to find her true thoughts and feelings and in her brilliant eyes he saw something that told him it was okay. Her body still remembered the violent, brutish attack and sought to protect itself, for that he could hold no blame to her. He wanted to pull her close and tell her everything was fine and that she was safe. But everything was not fine and she wouldn't always be safe, sometimes he would be away from her. Already he dreaded those moments. They were strangers, they knew hardly a thing about each other apart from he had a slingshot and she an over protective mother but there was a connection, a spark waiting to be fanned into a flame that could burn bright and hot, passionate.
Her words were soft, almost heart broken and it just crushed his insides. If his brothers or father could hear his thoughts at that moment they would have laughed themselves stupid and Enzo already had rage penned up ready to release on his unsuspecting family should they do or say a single thing wrong. Her hand came out slowly, cautiously and the male held himself perfectly still. Aside from the huff of his breath he made no move or sound, not even a whisper. Her crimson tipped fingers touched his cheek and he pushed his head against her hand gently, eyes closing softly. All of the pleasurable activities in the world couldn't have overridden the thrill that he felt at that single touch and he couldn't stop the quiet whine that left his throat.
He gallantly looked away and made a production of it so that she noticed he had when she realised that a few of the buttons on her borrowed/stolen shirt had come undone during her struggles in her dreams. Again anger rose in fresh waves and the male beat them back with fists of steel. His anger had no place here where it could scare her. It was better reserved for other areas of his life, training and tracking. 'Discouraging' any stubborn trespassers, boy how Enzo hoped he found some of those in the next few days. A few days ago those thoughts would have disturbed him greatly but now they settled within him in a cold clarity. The world was full of disgusting evil people, they needed to be kept out and away. Away from his Juliet and her fragile form. For her he knew he would gladly slay a thousand beings or more, be them lupine or other. His last name suddenly seemed a whole lot more relevant. He was a Knight; defender of the weak and vulnerable. The notion almost caused him to bare his teeth in a crooked smile but he resisted for her sake.
Again there were flashes of pain within his mismatched eyes of emerald and violet as she flinched away from him, shrunk under his gaze and tried to pull away from him. Pulling his mouth down in a frown and his brows together in thinly veiled concern. But he knew where to look to find her true thoughts and feelings and in her brilliant eyes he saw something that told him it was okay. Her body still remembered the violent, brutish attack and sought to protect itself, for that he could hold no blame to her. He wanted to pull her close and tell her everything was fine and that she was safe. But everything was not fine and she wouldn't always be safe, sometimes he would be away from her. Already he dreaded those moments. They were strangers, they knew hardly a thing about each other apart from he had a slingshot and she an over protective mother but there was a connection, a spark waiting to be fanned into a flame that could burn bright and hot, passionate.
Her words were soft, almost heart broken and it just crushed his insides. If his brothers or father could hear his thoughts at that moment they would have laughed themselves stupid and Enzo already had rage penned up ready to release on his unsuspecting family should they do or say a single thing wrong. Her hand came out slowly, cautiously and the male held himself perfectly still. Aside from the huff of his breath he made no move or sound, not even a whisper. Her crimson tipped fingers touched his cheek and he pushed his head against her hand gently, eyes closing softly. All of the pleasurable activities in the world couldn't have overridden the thrill that he felt at that single touch and he couldn't stop the quiet whine that left his throat.