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-chews-
Saul Chibi is by Requiem!
He couldn't help but feel the tension in her body, the high set of her shoulders and the stiff way in which she held herself was testament to the anxiety coursing through her. His mind still clouded softly with sleep wanted nothing more than for her to relax against him, for her to accept whatever it was between them, but he knew that wasn't going to happen in a moments notice. What was going on between them was such a foreign land, for both of them, that they were both afraid of what it was. The exhaling of a shaky breath made him smile softly, his nose still buried eagerly into her hair. The hut was silent, an apt representation for their relationship in the past few weeks. Troubled, he allowed his head to rest back on the ground, his outstretched arm curling around to encase her fully. It would be up to her now to answer his softly spoken question, a small jab into the vast expanse that was their relationship at current.
Her words came, reluctant, almost petulant as if she wasn't used to answering to anyone. His lips twitched softly, understanding her deliberate dodge of the question, or perhaps her inability to answer it. She had been 'around'. Well, Saul himself had been around, he'd met a few more people. But Niernan, Bran and Ezra had still seen as much of Saul as they had before- it was Lilin who had been missing. About to retaliate, he opened his mouth in time for Lilin to reveal a tiny bit more about where she'd been. Salsola was an unknown force- Saul knew that they were a pack close to Ichika, over the mountains, but he knew next to nothing about it. Why did you run away from me? He questioned, imploring softly and trying not to make it sound like a demand. He could feel the possessiveness in his body, the need to keep her to himself. He also knew she would have none of it, but there was certainly something about her that made him want to possess her.
She was speaking before he'd fully asked his question, her hand gripping his and giving him a little hope that she might not be pulling away from him. Of course, her words were an entirely different story and he winced softly when she finally managed to tell him what was on her mind. He understood, but there was a certain stubbornness not to believe what he knew to be wrong. Who says its wrong? He questioned, tightening his hand over hers where she'd grabbed him. I've never felt this way about anyone... it feels so right to me. He confessed, glad for the cover that her back created. He would have said these things to her face, but admitting that there was something special about her, to her face, would have been hard. There was so much he wanted to say to her, so much he wanted to make her understand, but it was an impossible feat when he hadn't even begun to sort through it in his own mind. He wouldn't have been able to start, let along get across the magnitude of his feelings for her. With a soft sigh, he leaned forward, tongue flicking out to lick her ear gently, trying hopelessly to make her understand that he didn't feel wrong in this moment.
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