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 Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 4:51 pm
Veredhiel's oxygen supply dwindled by a thread as her heart beat faster and faster as he came closer to her, making her press her face against his chest affectionately. She gave in to the feelings she felt now, erasing everything that mattered over her life.
She never did feel, throughout her life, so loved before. She needed him. Nothing else mattered. Just him.
How strange it was that she realized the reason why she did what she did. It was a reason she had pondered since a tragic event in her life, ever since she started healing and caring for people. She erased her own mind of hate and love and held on to her beliefs. Her memories ceased to exist, and she only brought attention to what mattered now. And now, she knew, that she only did what she did because she was slowly dying inside. She was lonely; it was slowly drying her of her own emotions.
And he brought them back.
She looked up at him as the wind stirred between them.
"I do."
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 5:01 pm
Durion let out a sigh, not realizing he had been holding his breath for the longest time. He pressed his head down on top of hers, pressing his face against the top of her head, and breathed in her scent.
He knew he hadn't been alone in those suffocated feelings. And the instant they finally spilled out of the lioness, they spilled out of Durion, too. He probably wouldn't have been able to hold them in for much longer, anyway. When fate grabbed you by the heart, sometimes you just had to act instead of think. But Durion felt...bad. He didn't want to. He didn't want to hurt the lioness. But no matter how much he told himself that, he knew it was over before it had even begun.
They had both accepted what was going to start, and finish.
Durion reached his injured paw up, daring to touch the lioness's fur. He opened his eyes again, keeping his face pressed against her head.
"Wanna go there?" he murmured quietly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 5:09 pm
Veredhiel knew why she was coming close to breaking down, knew why she was close to letting tears spill out of her. She knew that by morning he would be gone. Gone. And she would accept it. He was a stranger, a wanderer, and someone she had met on a whim.
A whim which she thanked, because she let her feelings out after so long. Hiding them only caused her to feel a pain that no other could imagine. It was worse than the most painful injury, more painful than death. But she knew that something would be left that would remind her of him.
She would not become reclusive once more. No, she would not.
She would not despite the hardships she would face in the future.
Feeling his paw, she took her own paw and lifted it up, meeting his.
"Yes," she whispered.
Yes.
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