I can feel the heat bouncing between our bodies like a physical force, though it tries to draw me closer, not away. I am not used to the attraction. With Jaylah, it's like a deep yearning to be close yet I know that it's forbidden. With Miya, it feel tempting and oh so innocent, yet I question myself at every turn and the tide continues to pull me closer. I hold my ground, though it's only by the single thread of decency I have left. Even so, my eyes stay glued to hers, wishing at this moment that I could read her thoughts and know what she thinks when she stands so near to me. Is she too in awe of my scars to think of much else? Is she wondering what tales I might have to tell? Am I merely the teacher she wishes to have? Why do I even care? This was supposed to be a chance meeting in which I warn her away from something she might regret and she thanks me and we part ways, so why are we standing so close and still thinking of what to say next?
Miya is patient, I must admit that much. I know that I have a lot of thoughtful episodes when I have conversations and while Jaylah is usually too wrapped up in her own inner turmoils to notice, Miya looks completely stuck to the moment at all times and at times almost like she is merely indulging me and my thoughts while I go on daydreaming. I want to scold myself within for being so neglectful to such a sweet female. I cannot think anything but good about her. If I knew that she too has demons, would I turn my back on her? How could I? That would make me worse than a hypocrite. I watch her eyes gleam and dance like their own figurines in her pupils, mesmerized by the sight. She is definitely new territory for me. My golden gaze catches her lips tugging into a grin and I find my own forming a gentle smile in return. For a moment when she pulls back from touching my muzzle, I catch a glint of something in her eyes but as quickly as it's there, it's gone and I try to dismiss it though my chest seems a bit constricted at the thought.
Suddenly, I hear her voice and my ears can do nothing else but listen as she confesses that she doesn't want to leave here because of me. I stare at her speechless. What do you say to something like that? I can't simply thank her for the confession and leave it at that. At the thought of her fighting Eric, though, my fur instantly bristles though I fight to calm myself before she notices. There will be no fighting. I could not handle the thought. If you enjoy my company as I do yours, we may continue our conversation elsewhere. Have you been to Leisure Lake yet? It's quite blissful there and I don't mind the view. I offer her a smile, hoping she'll take my compromise and come with me. I am no fool, so I caught the hints she was giving off in her speech. I just don't know how I want to answer that as of yet so I'm hoping more time with her will give it to me. What do I owe to Miya? To Jaylah? To Paranoia? To myself?
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