I wear this crown of thorns, upon my liars chair
She has not moved from her laying position, her stomach pressed to the ground and her eyes staring straight ahead with her legs beneath her. She does not wish to move, does not wish to break the seemingly calm silence that has fallen over them. That is, of course, until she feels the vibrations of paw steps drawing closer. She does not move until she feels the grip on her scruff, so painfully familiar that she wants to cry again. Her heart however, rejoices that he still does this, that his touch sends flames of recognition and desire coursing through her veins as it always has. She stays still for a few moments, not fully registering what it was he was doing. Not fully wishing to come to terms with such an act just yet. She stays silent, her eyes slipping closed as a soft sigh escapes her. She stands, her ears moving back to tilt toward him.
Her head dips low, and she does not do this to move him away, no, instead she encourages it. She has yearned for his touch, for his scent on her, she has missed him. He was her happiness, her resting place, safe despite his actions currently. He was hers. If anything his actions prove it now, his uncontrollable need to be with her. Yes, he is hers. She makes a soft sound as he moves, she presses her back to his chest, again to encourage. No, she has never been the best influence on him, and she never will be. But, if this is supposed to shut doors, if this is meant to be some sort of parting gift, Cobryn has another think coming to him. If he believes she will let his heart rest for a moment, for one second, he is mistaken.
Love comes to even the broken. Take Aaliyah and Tobias, they love despite the odds being stacked against them. Jaidah and Cobryn should have been no different, and perhaps this action spurs more hope in Jaidah than is necessarily healthy. Maybe she could be happy once more. In this moment, she tastes that winter, she feels the heat of that moment and this one. And she basks in such a thing, her fractured mind giving her more and more of this thing called hope. Yes, she will let him take her, as she had in their fight, as she had in that distant memory of Judila. Her throat constricts, and she is fighting more sobs as the doubt creeps in. After all, it is only an action, and knowing him it is meant to serve as something. What if he really doesn't think anything of this? What if this does not prove anything to him?
"Speech"
full of broken thoughts that I cannot repair
female || twelve || no heart || soul of Iblis || mother of monsters || Iromar