There was fear, fear and regret lacing voice. Anu listened, her haunches twitching slightly as she fought the growing urge to rest her form beside the other’s body. Neither needed to be among the females vocals, the sweet voice that could made her knees weak, made her believe the greatest of lies, made her willingly jump into the burning pit that stood blazing between them. Geneva was shamed that she couldn’t fight and win, she was ashamed by the fact that she wasn’t as strong as any adversary. Had she been too weak against Anu, against her pushing and against the rolling force that Anu had created? Did she feel shamed by that as well?
The thought of her death, living with the knowledge that she would never see her again was too much for Anu. She had faced that, and with it the tumbling events had lead them to ever heart breaking, life shattering and breath taking moment. Still, Anu refused to believe that Geneva could ever be gone. Anu would make her safe, make her know that it was only right to love who she was, faults included. No. She spoke, blue eyes clear and solid but at the same moment soft and comforting. He had no right entering a pack territory, attacking you. Her voice was just as conclusive as hers had been.
The words hardly finished before Anu rose. She was done with invitations. The need to comfort her was too great, too over powering and felt too perfect. Settling down beside her, Anu watched her face. Not looking so much for what Geneva felt by her actions, but more that maybe her words had helped. Words were not ease her pain, they would close the wounds and make her wish she had come out the victor, but Anu hoped she would focus on them. Hoped she would ignore the way her face changed, as Anu grew close.
You fought, you didn’t run. Your not a coward. she paused, her eyes turning to the female beside her, the words slipping from her mouth foolishly. Some are made for fighting, while others were made to love., how naive she must sound. |