sempaiko: “Fly South for Winter” ~Sansan artwork (and drabble) by me He leaned in closer

sempaiko:

“Fly South for Winter” ~Sansan artwork (and drabble) by me

He leaned in closer, and she thought he was going to kiss her in a fleeting hope laced with dread. If he did now, truly admitted and sealed their connection, how could she bear letting him go then? 

His lips instead landed on her forehead with a forceful press and she could no longer hold in her tears. Her eyes closed and twin lines slid down her cheeks. She let out a small, choked sob and grabbed a hold of his jerkin. 

His hands remained at his sides. It seemed he would not touch her even if she longed for his arms around her. Their only connection was his soft lips and rough beard upon her head. There was a long inhale and exhale before he pulled away from her as if he had to wrench himself with all his might. 

There was a whoosh of air as he swung himself away. He was the little bird now, a dark owl in the twilight; a necessary predator in a world full of unwanted ones. She could not look at him go, the pain too great. But she spoke out to him anyway.

“Fly south for the winter, mylittle bird, but remember the North is home.”

“Aye, my lady wolf,” came his reply. With that, he fluttered away as his large form got upon his horse and the hoof beats and twinkle of reigns his farewell song to her. 

After the Blackwater she used to imagine he kissed her. This time, she would imagine he loved her. She would convince herself of that. And that they shared an evening of passions with no regret. That they made love until dawn and whispered and laughed in her warm bed. 

I’m still such a silly girl, she thought.