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Geneva hoisted the buck, picking up the slack as Anu's grip on it seemed to falter. Although she was small for her size, she had developed much more strength than she had ever had in her diminutive form. The winter she had spent in Crimson Dreams had strengthened her in more ways than one. Just months before, the silence in this situation would have made her falter, crumble, fall. But now she reached into reserves of strength she had never known had existed inside of her.
How she wanted to reach out and somehow share that strength with Anu now. It would be so easy for her to falter in her strength, to ignore its necessity and realize the truth of everything that could be between them. But she had faith in herself now, that had grown since that first night at the lighthouse. She had resources she had barely begun to tap. She had herself - and in the end, that would be all she needed. Because such a large part of herself now was made up of her love for the woman before her.
It didn't make sense to feel this intensely, but she did. And she tasted the flavor of truth on the back of her tongue whenever her thoughts turned to the blue-eyed woman. After meeting Anu, she felt as though she had regained a large part of herself. It was true that on some level Anu filled the void that Jordan's death had left, but the woman represented so much more to Geneva. She had brought her a piece of herself she had never known existed. And although she didn't know how that new part of herself would fit into her life, she was grateful to know it existed at all.
Crimson Dreams was close now, although the scent of their home didn't close over her, envelop her in comfort the way it would another wolf. Instead, Geneva relied on sight. Still, the familiar surroundings lent her a feeling of such comfort, and she hoped that it would set Anu more at ease. On an impulse, she dropped the legs of the buck she had been carrying and moved to stand beside Anu. After a second's hesitance, she put an arm around her friend to comfort her. She had thought that reaching out to touch her might complicate matters - but she realized things would be complicated between them no matter what. With the boundary firmly set within her mind, things were safe between them.
"Home," she said softly. And that word was half-fact, half promise. Things would be okay between them, they were safe within each other's presence. And Geneva would be content, with whatever part of herself Anu decided to share. That would be enough.
Geneva hoisted the buck, picking up the slack as Anu's grip on it seemed to falter. Although she was small for her size, she had developed much more strength than she had ever had in her diminutive form. The winter she had spent in Crimson Dreams had strengthened her in more ways than one. Just months before, the silence in this situation would have made her falter, crumble, fall. But now she reached into reserves of strength she had never known had existed inside of her.
How she wanted to reach out and somehow share that strength with Anu now. It would be so easy for her to falter in her strength, to ignore its necessity and realize the truth of everything that could be between them. But she had faith in herself now, that had grown since that first night at the lighthouse. She had resources she had barely begun to tap. She had herself - and in the end, that would be all she needed. Because such a large part of herself now was made up of her love for the woman before her.
It didn't make sense to feel this intensely, but she did. And she tasted the flavor of truth on the back of her tongue whenever her thoughts turned to the blue-eyed woman. After meeting Anu, she felt as though she had regained a large part of herself. It was true that on some level Anu filled the void that Jordan's death had left, but the woman represented so much more to Geneva. She had brought her a piece of herself she had never known existed. And although she didn't know how that new part of herself would fit into her life, she was grateful to know it existed at all.
Crimson Dreams was close now, although the scent of their home didn't close over her, envelop her in comfort the way it would another wolf. Instead, Geneva relied on sight. Still, the familiar surroundings lent her a feeling of such comfort, and she hoped that it would set Anu more at ease. On an impulse, she dropped the legs of the buck she had been carrying and moved to stand beside Anu. After a second's hesitance, she put an arm around her friend to comfort her. She had thought that reaching out to touch her might complicate matters - but she realized things would be complicated between them no matter what. With the boundary firmly set within her mind, things were safe between them.
"Home," she said softly. And that word was half-fact, half promise. Things would be okay between them, they were safe within each other's presence. And Geneva would be content, with whatever part of herself Anu decided to share. That would be enough.