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A fool. But he was a fool with her heart somehow. And she didn't mind... So long as he stayed, tears still trickling down as he promised he would. He would stay. He would stay. Surely she wasn't a fool for believing him because she did. She had to.
Her vision is still blurry. Te amo. Je t'aime. Her vision is still blurry but her heart skips a beat. Melting into butterflies when his lips meet hers, gently stealing her breath for just a moment. The butterflies remained trapped in her chest as their clanmates arrived, fluttering out of control.
She feels her cheeks warm, a fuzzy-dizzy feeling replacing all pain and fear, her heart abuzz as she tries to register what is being spoken around her. Concern. He is hurt. She didn't need to dry her eyes to see, murmuring under her breath, "un imbécile." A fool.
But she doesn't want to go yet. Doesn't want to move. Doesn't want him to let go. Not yet. Not yet. Though it was clear a trip to the white temple was needed. Or a stay. And her ears flick back sharply as she currents of the air change. Growing a little too still. "Da."
Unnecessary, it seemed, but her teeth still catch the inside of her cheek. She understands, even if it makes the tears rain anew. Some part of her agreed with the rage her father was reigning back. A fool.
Some part wanted to hit him, slam her hooves against his chest and cry and yell at him for leaving with nothing but a letter. Leaving with the thought he might not come back. Leaving because he thought he was dying... When she was... She tried...
Aine sucks in a deep breath, dropping her head into Ry's chest. Unwilling to move. Not yet. She needed to stay. She needed him to stay. Just for this moment.
[/td][/tr][/table]Her vision is still blurry. Te amo. Je t'aime. Her vision is still blurry but her heart skips a beat. Melting into butterflies when his lips meet hers, gently stealing her breath for just a moment. The butterflies remained trapped in her chest as their clanmates arrived, fluttering out of control.
She feels her cheeks warm, a fuzzy-dizzy feeling replacing all pain and fear, her heart abuzz as she tries to register what is being spoken around her. Concern. He is hurt. She didn't need to dry her eyes to see, murmuring under her breath, "un imbécile." A fool.
But she doesn't want to go yet. Doesn't want to move. Doesn't want him to let go. Not yet. Not yet. Though it was clear a trip to the white temple was needed. Or a stay. And her ears flick back sharply as she currents of the air change. Growing a little too still. "Da."
Unnecessary, it seemed, but her teeth still catch the inside of her cheek. She understands, even if it makes the tears rain anew. Some part of her agreed with the rage her father was reigning back. A fool.
Some part wanted to hit him, slam her hooves against his chest and cry and yell at him for leaving with nothing but a letter. Leaving with the thought he might not come back. Leaving because he thought he was dying... When she was... She tried...
Aine sucks in a deep breath, dropping her head into Ry's chest. Unwilling to move. Not yet. She needed to stay. She needed him to stay. Just for this moment.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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