01-22-2009, 10:28 PM
[html]Weeee?
Slay was so flustered, so unsure of his speech and this did not comfort Cer at all. Suddenly she realized that they both felt as if they were walking on thin ice, one wrong step and they might crash through and that would be the end. The white lady did not like the uneasiness between them, did not like the confused feelings floating in her own stomach and the unsureness in Slay’s words. Towering above him only made it all the more uncomfortable, she was no better than him and though it was just a physical difference that made her literally look down on him she yearned to be on the same level as him. Shifting now would be too awkward so she had to listen to what he said from higher up. Cercelee was hungry for his voice, the words he spoke, eager but scared to know why he had come, but all she wore on her face was a look of concern.
Relief flooded over her when she heard the stuttered apology. His coming here had not been an accident and there was no ill intent behind it, even if she still deserved his scorn. Shame flooded her that he was the first to apologize, she after all had started the fight, he had merely ended it, and now he was ending the silence and space that had been wedge between them for the past two weeks. It seemed he was still trying to stammer out words, when Cercelee broke in gently. "Shhh... it’s okay Slay." Hesitantly and nervously she peered at him, her voice almost shaking, still so soft as if it tried to mimic the softness of the snow."Would you... like to come in?"
Cercelee turned back into the warm kitchen before Slay could even respond, leaving the door open for him to enter. She had a home now and she wanted to welcome Slay into it, back into her life, if he refused her she didn’t want to face the rejection head on. The Rosea could handle being left by herself in the house, but she could not bare to hear “no” in any form it might take. Moving into a corner she quickly went into shifting back to her natural form, how Slay liked her. She owed him that much, she could change for him.
Slay was so flustered, so unsure of his speech and this did not comfort Cer at all. Suddenly she realized that they both felt as if they were walking on thin ice, one wrong step and they might crash through and that would be the end. The white lady did not like the uneasiness between them, did not like the confused feelings floating in her own stomach and the unsureness in Slay’s words. Towering above him only made it all the more uncomfortable, she was no better than him and though it was just a physical difference that made her literally look down on him she yearned to be on the same level as him. Shifting now would be too awkward so she had to listen to what he said from higher up. Cercelee was hungry for his voice, the words he spoke, eager but scared to know why he had come, but all she wore on her face was a look of concern.
Relief flooded over her when she heard the stuttered apology. His coming here had not been an accident and there was no ill intent behind it, even if she still deserved his scorn. Shame flooded her that he was the first to apologize, she after all had started the fight, he had merely ended it, and now he was ending the silence and space that had been wedge between them for the past two weeks. It seemed he was still trying to stammer out words, when Cercelee broke in gently. "Shhh... it’s okay Slay." Hesitantly and nervously she peered at him, her voice almost shaking, still so soft as if it tried to mimic the softness of the snow."Would you... like to come in?"
Cercelee turned back into the warm kitchen before Slay could even respond, leaving the door open for him to enter. She had a home now and she wanted to welcome Slay into it, back into her life, if he refused her she didn’t want to face the rejection head on. The Rosea could handle being left by herself in the house, but she could not bare to hear “no” in any form it might take. Moving into a corner she quickly went into shifting back to her natural form, how Slay liked her. She owed him that much, she could change for him.