[ There's a fit at the edge of his jaw, a scan of her features before he's averting gaze past them, catching at the rippling mirror of the lake that bordered a single edge of the carnival. He can't bring himself to be angry with her, mostly because what hits him is that damning highlight of knowing better, knowing that nights like this, women like her... they don't happen for men like him. A hunters life was a lonely life; her accompanying him wouldn't change that. The loneliness. The leaving.
Never quite knowing if he'd come back.
He doesn't want her to see the pain that reflects back, doesn't want her to see how terrified of it all he is: her words, but more, the meaning that lay within them. Dirges followed in his wake, he was nothing good, nothing she should want, but he finds himself craving her all the same. If only he could be that selfish. ] Thought you liked to dance.
[ He tries to humor her. How he wants it to be a threat, wants it to be stern, but it's not. It's weak, the motions of his broad figure holding her own nearly coming to a still. Suddenly the bite in the air is unwelcome, fingers curling into the fabric of her top. And when he looks back up to her, it's all too evident how he's splintering, how there's already that apology waiting on the tip of his tongue- the same one that gives presage to his leave. ] Dragged me out here, after all.
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Never quite knowing if he'd come back.
He doesn't want her to see the pain that reflects back, doesn't want her to see how terrified of it all he is: her words, but more, the meaning that lay within them. Dirges followed in his wake, he was nothing good, nothing she should want, but he finds himself craving her all the same. If only he could be that selfish. ] Thought you liked to dance.
[ He tries to humor her. How he wants it to be a threat, wants it to be stern, but it's not. It's weak, the motions of his broad figure holding her own nearly coming to a still. Suddenly the bite in the air is unwelcome, fingers curling into the fabric of her top. And when he looks back up to her, it's all too evident how he's splintering, how there's already that apology waiting on the tip of his tongue- the same one that gives presage to his leave. ] Dragged me out here, after all.