08-29-2018, 01:18 AM
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Though harsh the words which fell from pale lips the gaze which found her once more was gentle and warm – indeed were they a kinder force, though crafted by fire they had learn to harbour a gentle touch and so the smile stayed, slight tilt to dark head as they took a tentative step closer. Slowly they reached out but stopped short of touching her when once more the fire rose, seemingly transfixed as they watched it dance. Strange was the feeling which arose within Har, a feeling of warmth tingling in the pit of their stomach, an excitement rising to curl about their throat, shortening each breath.
And then it was gone. Left blinking at the spot they looked towards Feyre with admiration and wonder, small paw continuing to move until it sough to tap gently at her own, unafraid and seemingly holding no real idea what personal boundaries were. “How?” A whisper through chewed lips, spoken as they leaned a little closer to be sure she heard, unable to be put into a higher volume. Clear was the cracks about that single words edges, throat rubbed raw until even the most simple sound hurt, and so they offered nothing more, merely waiting.
Though harsh the words which fell from pale lips the gaze which found her once more was gentle and warm – indeed were they a kinder force, though crafted by fire they had learn to harbour a gentle touch and so the smile stayed, slight tilt to dark head as they took a tentative step closer. Slowly they reached out but stopped short of touching her when once more the fire rose, seemingly transfixed as they watched it dance. Strange was the feeling which arose within Har, a feeling of warmth tingling in the pit of their stomach, an excitement rising to curl about their throat, shortening each breath.
And then it was gone. Left blinking at the spot they looked towards Feyre with admiration and wonder, small paw continuing to move until it sough to tap gently at her own, unafraid and seemingly holding no real idea what personal boundaries were. “How?” A whisper through chewed lips, spoken as they leaned a little closer to be sure she heard, unable to be put into a higher volume. Clear was the cracks about that single words edges, throat rubbed raw until even the most simple sound hurt, and so they offered nothing more, merely waiting.