Relationship Status: It's Complicated
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<<"This… This is something we only share with those who are closest to us.">>
Closest.
The word scared Gerwald for many reasons. Intimacy was something that intimidated Gerwald because of the wounds he still bore from the vulnerability he had shared with others. Whether he would use the word mistake or not did not matter. Two previous lovers had abandoned him, perceiving he had spurned them. A sister had left. The other woman he loved had died before he could tell her the truth, her soul still tethered to the ring which hung from the chain around his neck. This was only his second meeting with Palm-Imer, so how was it that she could use a word that implied a level of intimacy.
Gerwald was scared because he also knew it to be true. His mind tried to name those he was close to, those who would fit the definition that Palm’s words implied, and he could only name two others. The lupine had many followers, but friends? There were only three who he had fully confided in about the truth of Naalol, and one of them was in the pool of water with him.
<<"But you are the only one I've trusted to do it...">>
With every fiber of his being, Gerwald wanted to push away and tell the woman she should not trust him in his manner. He was the only one… that trust was too deep. It gave him a power that he had not asked for, something he was afraid to wield. Had she not understood what images he had placed in her mind meant? Death surrounded the wolf. Those who followed him, those who got close to him, they all suffered, all of them. He was tired of watching those he cared for succumb to such tragedy. He would not let Palm be counted among them.
Yet, he did not move away.
The cave was silent. His ears did not focus on the ripples and the droplet Palm had heard. Instead the only sound breaking through the thick quiet of their surroundings was the loud thrum of two hearts beating like war drums looming in the distance. Never once did he break her gaze. It was as though the two had captured each other in the moment.
Gerwald froze.
He had closed the distance, yet Palm pushed even closer. Her words still rang in his mind, and he dare not answer for fear that he would have no control over the words which would come. His heart raced as her hand rest against his chest. This was not the same as it had been several minutes before when he had placed her hand on the ring. She had not let her hand linger the way it did now. Something about her touch was different, as though it was accepting some unspoken invitation, yet impinging upon him in the same breath.
The lupine simply breathed, slowly, labored. Time stood as still as he did, afraid for what may come next. As the slope of her forehead found his, Gerwald nearly shuddered. No one had touched him this close, nor had he allowed anyone into his space in such a manner since Naedira. Even she had never been this close to him physically, but his heart had been hers for some time. There was conflict in the lupine. Part of him felt threatened by the gesture, the other embraced it.
Then her words.
<<"...so you have nothing to be sorry for.">>
Everything was quiet. There was no sound as he leaned in, the bridge of his nose meeting hers. His eyes closed for a moment, everything still so silent.
<<“If only that were true… If only…”>>
...his heart wasn't so broken.
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