lost in the night

The pounding in his heart seems to echo in his ears as he stares affectionately at the one who has come to mean so much. This had been a long journey, a road he had never traveled down before for no one had ever forced these instincts to the surface. Buried under a loss and mountain of sins. Floating in just mere existence until finally the current begin to pull him into deeper waters. He had not been prepared for her, his main intent was following and seeking the forgiveness of his sister. Yet he found her, a friend, a queen, a first love. He knew he was not incapable of such an emotion, his mother was testament to that for even til this day she holds a piece of his heart but no longer did she possess it all. Sharing it with another, one she would have enjoyed. Yet he knows this is nothing like the love he felt for Orra. This love had been slow building like the flicker of candle into a raging roar. Time had fueled this, aided it's growth into what it had become. Though she had not been an idle factor, her presence, her touch, every little thing she had done pulled him in. Leaving him surrounded by flames of emotions he does not want to extinguish, instead he wants nothing more than be consumed by them.

Her scent surrounds him, for no matter where he was within the peaks she is there in some way. For there was not one place he could venture within Spirane without feeling close to her, she was the queen and every piece of the mountain possessed some part of her. Yet as he stands her, staring at the one he desired a tickle of doubt wiggles it's way in. Nerves firing and attempting to shroud his secret. For what made him think he deserved her? What made him think she would return his feelings? He is the moon to her sun. The darkness that follows her light. He is flawed, imperfect, scarred. Yet she knows this and still does not condemn him? Hope battles doubt. As the silence between them soon is shattered by her voice. His name on her lips, the same name that once caused fear was spoken in affection and care. She gave him that, made something once so dark sound so much better. A visible shiver seems to erupt beneath his flesh as a low rumble seems to escape, orange eyes flashing in the fire that consumes him. Her words next are followed with a step closer and his eyes fixate on this, noticing the short distance that separates them and his body battles his mind to complete it.

Still yet he says nothing, instead he watches her. Orange eyes settling at her toes as he slowly makes a path up. To her slender and yet powerful legs, to the chest that contains the very thing he sought, to her neck that he wants nothing more than bury his muzzle within, to finally the face; the same face he wants to see every day for the rest of his life. He knows there is a chance this will fail, that perhaps she does not hold the same feelings. Yet he cannot stop it, cannot refrain from that hope that just maybe there is a chance they can collide and become everything he wants and more. The tension is his body is wound tight, leaving it visible in his actions. For there is no smile, no swaying tail. Just him. Perhaps he is unknowingly giving her a chance to take one last look at him, to run away. As orange eyes collide with her own warm and dark eyes, there is a shift in his own that gives away what comes next. A step, solid and firm as it brings him closer. Another. The world around him moving in slow motion until he is before her. Her breath washing against his face as he basks in the warmth he denied himself upon entering. Yet still yet he does not touch her.

For a moment he wonders if she can hear his heart, pounding and stuttering. Bouncing against his chest as it wants nothing more than to escape and bury itself along side her own when it is so close. He knows that he will not be alone in his affections for her, Meryl owned a part of her he could never have yet it would not deter him from wanting everything else. Even if another had harmed the very thing he wanted, to him it does not lessen all these feelings that lay so close to the surface. She is everything he thought he could never have. As he takes another step closer, the tip of his muzzle passing against her cheek in a gentle caress before it trails down, resting at her neck as for just a moment he just inhales softly. Then gently does he nuzzle at her, the touch like wildfire spreading through his veins. As he settles, his head resting against her shoulder as heavy breaths escape him in a rush as every ounce of bravery is fueled by the contact he is giving to both himself and her as a deep and rasped whisper leaves his lips right near the very heart he craved, as if this could bury his voice within and forever leave a piece of himself within her.

"I love you.."

jericho

THE BLOODRIDER OF SPIRANE