Sometimes I imagine the world without you

But most times I'm just so happy that I ever found you

They say that the heart is a fickle thing that it floats upon the unpredictable tide of the sea. Yet, no one tells of the heartbreak when it is spurned, of how that sea churns and rolls for all eternity. How it rages until it twists into a hurricane…the perfect storm. Such a gale that if left unchecked could turn a boat and ravage a soul from the inside out. No; no one speaks of such calamities for they worry that instead of warning it would instill fear, and they would be correct. For deep down within the ice warrior was pain, such a pain that would derail any attempt of reconciliation. A pain that blocked reason and created doubt, not that she would admit to such a thing.

There is a stirring within her, one different than the rest, one that demanded she pay heed. Was it her guardian? Did she speak back to her this night? Excitement welled and swiftly her head pops up, much to her stiff muscles annoyance. Yet what meets her eyes is not the holy form of her nightly guardian, oh no the sight before her takes her very breath away. He stands, barely hidden by the moon’s rays yet she could see him perfectly. Dual hued optics pierces her own iced ones, searching deep within her as she does him. She feels herself open up, blossoming like a flower as she gapes.

A breath is taken. It is more a sucking of air as he whines; the sound desperate yet tender. It is then that she rises, her svelte form unfolding gracefully. Her heart thunders against her ribcage, her very being hurt from the inside. It is like a dam was broken and everything she held so close were now free. All the emotions, the pain, the despair…it flowed forth to mingle with the sheer joy of being near him again. It was confusing, but nothing in life ever made sense to her. Kiran, her arranged mate…Ragnar…her mission…it was all a blur. A fantastical tale meant to entertain cubs.

Gaze pierces him as he lowers his head to the ground, the gesture causing a gasp to rise within her throat, or was it a sob? Paws begin to move of their own accord as she closes the distance, noting the way he hesitated. Did she repulse him? Did he not feel the tangible bond that all but shimmered between them? She pauses, a hare length away, suddenly unsure for it wouldn’t be the first time she misread a situation. Her tail flicks, nerves making themselves known as she searches for his gaze yet again, needing to delve back into his golden cobalt depths. Wanting to lose herself within the promise of eternity so badly that she shivered, her body unable to contain the energy that coursed through her blood, so hot and ready.

”Hvordan kan jeg ikke kjenner deg.”

Her voice is soft, yet rough from disuse. It does not even dawn on her that he might not understand her natural dialect, having reverted to it during her two year roaming. With a soft cough she speaks again, taking another step closer until they are face to face. Her breath surely feathering across his nostrils, her natural crushed pine, sweet sap, and bee honey scent lingering heavily upon the air.

”How can I not know you? Are you real or does my mind finally fail me…”

Head then turns, as if admitting that she might have finally fell off the edge of sanity is embarrassing. Ears flicker first to him then back as if she was eager to hear what more he had to say. Her breathing is irregular, her blood rushes, her skin tingles with the need to feel him. To be close to him and never leave his side. Yet she does not move, does not speak more as her queries hangs in the air between them.

Female || 8 years || Bound to Holo] || Tied to no Land || None holds her heart