Private All Things Hidden

[Irina Jesart]

Irina watched the weight on his shoulders shift as he settled, it didn't leave him entirely but it was less present, for a moment she just stood drinking the image of him in, tension bleeding out of him as the tiredness seemed to settle on him. She tried not to let her eyes linger on the exposed muscle of his torso.

She moved forward slowly, coming to stand before him as his gaze flicked to the space next to him she did not immediately take it, her hand reaching down to lift his chin up to look at her, the room shrinking suddenly when their eyes met, her lips parting with a small breath before she spoke

"Promise me, we will talk about it." she said softly. "Not tonight, that you're here, that you're..." she almost said mine, but the word felt wrong, because he wasn't entirely.

"It's enough. But we have to talk about everything else soon."

She believed him when he said he didn't want to run, but running from his fear and running from the conversation they would need to have about their future, about Skadi, about his vision for this pack he built around him, were two very different things. Her thumb ran along the scar that marked his jaw, her touch soft as her eyes remained fixed on his.

"Promise me." she repeated.

Aerik Lechner

 

[Aerik Lechner]

Wearing: This | Weapons: Lightsaber | Knife
TAG: Irina Jesart​

Aerik watched her cross the room instead of taking the place beside him. The slow approach drew his attention without effort, his orange eyes following her until she stopped directly in front of him. When her hand lifted his chin, he allowed it, his gaze settling into hers as the distance between them seemed to shrink again.

"Promise me."

Her thumb brushed across the scar along his jaw, the light touch pulling his focus there for a moment before his eyes returned to hers. Aerik reached up and closed his hand gently around her wrist, not to stop the motion but to hold it there as he considered the weight of what she was asking.

"I promise," he said quietly.

His grip loosened and his hand slid down until his fingers laced with hers. With a gentle tug he pulled her closer. Instead of guiding her to the cushion beside him, his arm moved around her waist and he drew her onto his lap.

The movement was steady and unhurried.

Aerik leaned back into the couch once she settled there, one arm still around her while the other rested lightly against her side. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment longer before his hand lifted again to brush lightly against the back of her neck.

"We'll talk about it," he said softly.

"Everything."