Kaile Vera
Whiskey Girl
They were four words. Four words that went fanning over Kalie's lips, emphatically spoken in that rough tenor of his as if giving his last breath to her. At that moment, Kaile felt her heart squeeze at the words.
It wasn't the first time Asmus had mentioned love. He'd done it when he had managed to hunt down her cabin on the Subversion to confront her. Asking questions, needing answers; answers that Kaile couldn't bring herself to give. That she'd only been able to divert and avoid until they burned in flames.
He hadn't spoken about it since then. But it was always there. Kaile knew it. Asmus didn't have to say it for Kaile to know. Here and now, as her body shivered at the sweet release and comfort the Lorrdian found in his arms, there was no denying the way he looked at her. In the way his soft eyes searched hers, showing her all of his cards at once.
He loves me. It was etched in his expression, reflected in his eyes. Kaile's lower lip quivered, reading every subtle nuance over his sweat-slicked face. She took a quick intake of air through her nose and took in his breath. He loved her, and at that moment, Kaile knew a singular truth - she loved him as well.
She cared about Asmus because she had no other choice, and loved him just the same. Some things just are, no matter how difficult or impossible the circumstances.
For those next few seconds, Kaile watched Asmus with brows bent together as if being near him hurt her as much as it healed her. Emotion seemed to strangle Kaile like a noose, its hands wrapping tight around her throat as she trembled.
That’s when Kalie's eyes began to burn, eyes bubbling with tears. Her vision would blur, and an overwhelming tide of emotion seemed to erode the last remnants of that bearing she had tried so hard to maintain. With that, Kaile choked on a sob, surrendering to her tears. Her arms slide down from their perch along his shoulders, bringing them to her face in an attempt to let her palms absorb her cries. Stars, it hurt. Everything hurt - the pain in her chest, the hole in her heart, the love she felt for Asmus, and more than anything, the love he had for her.
Kaile had first understood years ago how love could hurt, how it could be the knife between your ribs. Yet it wasn't until that exact moment that the Lorrdian realized that love hurts more than anything because it is all anyone ever wants, yet it never comes easy.
So she cried. For Asmus. For herself. For Quin. For the futility she felt. For the heavy weight of guilt, she’d carried all this time and for wanting to be selfish. To not let him go. To have the freedom to love him in turn despite knowing that she had no right to have.
It wasn't the first time Asmus had mentioned love. He'd done it when he had managed to hunt down her cabin on the Subversion to confront her. Asking questions, needing answers; answers that Kaile couldn't bring herself to give. That she'd only been able to divert and avoid until they burned in flames.
He hadn't spoken about it since then. But it was always there. Kaile knew it. Asmus didn't have to say it for Kaile to know. Here and now, as her body shivered at the sweet release and comfort the Lorrdian found in his arms, there was no denying the way he looked at her. In the way his soft eyes searched hers, showing her all of his cards at once.
He loves me. It was etched in his expression, reflected in his eyes. Kaile's lower lip quivered, reading every subtle nuance over his sweat-slicked face. She took a quick intake of air through her nose and took in his breath. He loved her, and at that moment, Kaile knew a singular truth - she loved him as well.
She cared about Asmus because she had no other choice, and loved him just the same. Some things just are, no matter how difficult or impossible the circumstances.
For those next few seconds, Kaile watched Asmus with brows bent together as if being near him hurt her as much as it healed her. Emotion seemed to strangle Kaile like a noose, its hands wrapping tight around her throat as she trembled.
That’s when Kalie's eyes began to burn, eyes bubbling with tears. Her vision would blur, and an overwhelming tide of emotion seemed to erode the last remnants of that bearing she had tried so hard to maintain. With that, Kaile choked on a sob, surrendering to her tears. Her arms slide down from their perch along his shoulders, bringing them to her face in an attempt to let her palms absorb her cries. Stars, it hurt. Everything hurt - the pain in her chest, the hole in her heart, the love she felt for Asmus, and more than anything, the love he had for her.
Kaile had first understood years ago how love could hurt, how it could be the knife between your ribs. Yet it wasn't until that exact moment that the Lorrdian realized that love hurts more than anything because it is all anyone ever wants, yet it never comes easy.
So she cried. For Asmus. For herself. For Quin. For the futility she felt. For the heavy weight of guilt, she’d carried all this time and for wanting to be selfish. To not let him go. To have the freedom to love him in turn despite knowing that she had no right to have.