I've been out there and seen the things she's made
Giving this key was essentially like giving his heart to her, without him really, fully understanding. There was a gentleness to the act but never a hesitation, his hand slipping it into hers without care or pause. And he knew she would understand just how important it was for him to hand it over. She looked at it, her words caught in her throat and looked up at him, making sure this was something he was entirely sure of. He smiled down at her. “More than anythin’ else in my life,” he confirmed, nodding softly.
She wrapped him up in a hard hug and her embraced her back, glad to have her back in his arms. “Think nothin’ of it,” he said softly back to her, squeezing her tight to his chest. And like that, it seemed their night would finally come to an end. She kissed him again, with a passion bordering on giving in but managing to wrestle it back underneath. He kept her hand in his even as she walked to the door, following after her and almost unwillingly letting it drop from his grip. One last kiss is what he got before she finally walked off, the God Slayer watching her go. Then he shut the door.
He stood there for a few moments, his hands pressed against the cool wood. Everything in him told him to fling it back open and go after her, bring her back into his arms, hold her close and keep her there for as long as possible. His hands shook gently against the door, a quiver that gained traction the more he let himself… feel. Never in his life had he felt this way, never had he felt such raw and unbridled passion that he could barely control. As he kept trying to tell himself it was merely the trust and appreciation he had for her as a friend, the rational side of him that he had worked so hard to quell and bury began to punch its way out. He wanted to deny it because if it was true, then it was the worst thing he could imagine.
But he knew it was and his denials wouldn’t save him now. He didn’t just cherish Serilda – he loved her. And not like she was a family member or the best friend he ever had. Loved her like he’d seen other men and women claim to have towards one another. A feeling he absolutely feared, for it opened up so much weakness and corruption and ruin. He slid down to his knees, his fingers curling into his palms as he formed fists against the doors. All at once his happiness was infected with fear and anger, rage at himself for allowing this to happen and to lead her to believe he was a person capable of this kind of love .The very word tasted like poison in his mouth, let alone his thoughts. But he couldn’t think of her, picture her, without the feeling popping right up in high friggin’ definition.
How? How had this happened?
She wrapped him up in a hard hug and her embraced her back, glad to have her back in his arms. “Think nothin’ of it,” he said softly back to her, squeezing her tight to his chest. And like that, it seemed their night would finally come to an end. She kissed him again, with a passion bordering on giving in but managing to wrestle it back underneath. He kept her hand in his even as she walked to the door, following after her and almost unwillingly letting it drop from his grip. One last kiss is what he got before she finally walked off, the God Slayer watching her go. Then he shut the door.
He stood there for a few moments, his hands pressed against the cool wood. Everything in him told him to fling it back open and go after her, bring her back into his arms, hold her close and keep her there for as long as possible. His hands shook gently against the door, a quiver that gained traction the more he let himself… feel. Never in his life had he felt this way, never had he felt such raw and unbridled passion that he could barely control. As he kept trying to tell himself it was merely the trust and appreciation he had for her as a friend, the rational side of him that he had worked so hard to quell and bury began to punch its way out. He wanted to deny it because if it was true, then it was the worst thing he could imagine.
But he knew it was and his denials wouldn’t save him now. He didn’t just cherish Serilda – he loved her. And not like she was a family member or the best friend he ever had. Loved her like he’d seen other men and women claim to have towards one another. A feeling he absolutely feared, for it opened up so much weakness and corruption and ruin. He slid down to his knees, his fingers curling into his palms as he formed fists against the doors. All at once his happiness was infected with fear and anger, rage at himself for allowing this to happen and to lead her to believe he was a person capable of this kind of love .The very word tasted like poison in his mouth, let alone his thoughts. But he couldn’t think of her, picture her, without the feeling popping right up in high friggin’ definition.
How? How had this happened?
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Let me tell you, they are fear.
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Nocturn's Embrace
Kingdom Darkness Embodiment | The Soul Stone | Character | Armory | Heir to Darkness
Golden Lacrima - Good untiJuly 16th, 2023
How 'bout you just butt out of my business
