s a b r i e l
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He should feel more lonely, but he doesn't thing he does. He misses what's been lost and he thinks about those who were gone all the time, but Sabriel is also okay with waiting because he has to. Because everything within him tells him he needs to do it. He belongs to Micteca, and so he will not stay from that. He will not look at others the way he knows he should look at her. He just.. feels like things are slipping, and he wanted to make sure that wasn't so. It was why he needed to find her. Why he kept looking, always looking.

Now he's found her, and he cannot be more thrilled by it. He tingles everywhere; excited but mostly contained (there's only so much he can do, though!), and in her presence he all but glows with the joy that rushes through him. Sabriel would protect her, he would do what she needed so long as he was there to be that for her. It doesn't really enter his mind that she could shun him, or that he could possibly imprint away from her. Those things do not come to the surface of his mind. Negative things do not belong there. He will not allow it.

She's small, but this makes no difference to him. Sure, he's tall and that gives quite a gap between them, but that isn't important to him either. She's exactly the right size she needs to be, because she's her and that's all that matters. To him, she's endearing. She's perfect the way she is. And he wiggles at the way she speaks his name; knowing it wasn't all that proper to act this way, but it's been a long time, and something in him remembers the puppy he was before she'd been led away from him.

He tries again to calm himself, but it's a lopsided sort of charming that comes as an expression. "Yes, it is for you. Anything I catch is yours if you wish it." He replies evenly, eyes shining. He doesn't know what more to say; basking in this moment with her. He's grateful to have it. How had he been? He pauses, considers. "Alright. Could be worse, thought it's only better because you are here now." His tone is bright, his smile sweet, genuine. "And what of you?" He inquires lightly, hoping she has been good, happy. He wanted that for her.


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gypsy boy -- three -- promised to micteca -- imprintless