If Meryl was hoping for some words of her just looking for herbs or anything else he was wrong. He already knew though the reason why she had come even before the words left her slender maw. He wasn’t surprised then, but still filled with a tinge of guilt as she spoke saying she had seen him leave so fast. How did he explain this to her? He hadn’t really talked of imprints and really what would she think of it? He needed to explain, Daenerys had been out of the picture for so long he hadn’t thought to even mention her before. She was safe and out of the way, now as Alphess of Spirane she was in constant danger of challenge and perhaps other things. Who knows? Meryl always did worry way more than he needed too.
She was worried. Worried was not something he thought he had ever heard or seen her be. Part of him was a little selfishly happy that she had worried for him, the other part just twisted more and more into coil f emotions ready to spring lose any moment. He couldn’t bring himself to reply. He loked at the ground but the damage had been done she had seen that look of regret from denying his real feelings, the ones he wanted to feel for the white fem before him like nothing else in the world. He wanted to replace the bond, it was so difficult for him to think he would not be bonded to Daenerys, but they were friends and they could be friends even without this horrible thing tying them together. He had thought that putting it out in the air that they were this thing and nothing more would fix everything, but it wasn’t. By the true angels he wished he could change it.
She was so close to him, and she had been worried he couldn’t help what happened next. He took a step forward hooking his white, brown and black neck around the girl in a hug. ”I’m sorry… I am so sorry, Yin.” It was all he could muster but he knew though words would never be enough to fix his guilt. His heart pounded in his chest it fluttered at the contact, it was so similar but just all too damn different at the same time. His heart throbbed and beat against her chest, something it just never did for Daenerys. Something deeper moved for her, but this thing he felt was just as physical.
”The last thing I ever wanted to do was make you worry for me. It’s not good to worry.” He said softly, pulling away his dark brown eyes set on her own bright pink ones. He stared at them, they were so large and innocent, happy to see him without any care in the world to where he had been or what he had been doing even. This did feel like betrayal, worse than ever, he had to tell her, explain to her what was going on, perhaps it would mean nothing. She was sort of an enigma Yin was. She was always so happy and care free but he wondered if that was how her inner thoughts really were. Did she even feel the same?
”Yin… I really like you. Like… Like you a lot and not just in… like the friend way.” He started nervously not sure if she understood. It was all too confusing but maybe this was all he needed to heal or at least be sure.
Meryl
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