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Saul Chibi is by Requiem!

Her verbal protests were received and catalogued, a smug part of his brain relishing the fact that she was protesting the move in his body. The larger part was of course raging that she had accused him of being single-minded, as well as being unbelievably frustrated that he couldn't work out what to do with this situation. Her protesting fizzled to silence as his body raised over hers, dominating, encasing them in a bubble of anxiety. He felt her freeze, the tensing of her muscles and her eyes fixing on his, unwilling to move away. It would have been so easy to lean down, capture her mouth with his, kiss her until she forgot her name. But the more logical part of his mind told him firmly that that wasn't a good idea. His words were spoken, anger and fear colouring them and green eyes were glazed with these feelings, on display as always. He'd always had problems with his shockingly expressive expressions and eyes- it was near impossibly to hide things from those who knew him well. And Lilin was beginning to know him better than any. The insecure, passionate man that had been knocked back enough to be completely unsure on how to act in these situations.


Her voice was surprisingly stable, her words simple but effective. Her body had raised from the ground when he'd first moved over her, and he'd allowed his head to drop, enough so that it rested just above her chest- their fur touching but no weight put even though he felt as though he needed the contact. Her voice was genuine, but there was a soothing quality to which she spoke that made him feel more guilty. He'd gotten angry at her, knelt over her in a dominating pose and now she was apologising. His own apology rushed up in his throat like bile and he was about to apologise for his behaviour, when she spoke again. The tiniest dip of his head caused his forehead to connect with her chest, a gesture that was not sexual, it was something of a support, a plea for her to see that they were both hurting. He couldn't help, however, the soft groan as her arms snaked around his body, the shake of his arms where he craved to lay down properly on her, to feel her beneath him. With a shaky breath, he raised his head from her chest, green eyes meeting blue as she made her promise.


Lili, I'm sorry. I don't know what it is between us, I don't know how to deal with it. He spoke barely above a murmur, trying to make her see that his intensity came from his confusion and frustration about their relationship. A hand raised, taking all his weight on his other arm, as he attempted to stroke her cheek softly, a thumb rubbing just underneath her eye. I don't want to not be able to see you, speak to you, for two weeks after this night. The question was clear in his tones- would she retreat into her hut again once this night was over, no matter what happened? He didn't know.

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