Together.
There was an intensity in Nephilim's voice which plucked a chord of discomfort within Rohanne. As they stood there looking at each other, she could sense his desire to come closer, to touch her and bridge the gap of air between them - as they had been unable to do for so long - but he refrained, and for this she was grateful. She could not have said precisely why she was suddenly so uncomfortable; but there was one thing she knew. They had a dead child together, and it would take her some time to move past the tragedy she associated Nephilim with.
"Thank you," she said, knowing that it would not be enough for him, but knowing that she could not offer any more than that right now. Then, to move past the cloud of awkwardness that she had created, Rohanne added, "I'm sorry for leaving all that time ago. I just needed... to get away for a while." Her tired brown eyes dropped to Nephilim's chest for a moment, and she left the rest unsaid, knowing he would understand what she meant.
She made a mental effort to relax her posture, which had stiffened moments before, and lifted her chin to meet the stallion's eyes again. Her expression was an impassive mask. "Are your daughters around? I'd very much like to meet them."
ROHANNE
4; grullo; draft mutt; 16.0hh |