Theea
they may say you're too small, you're too young
to do it all, but you're a giant on the inside
to do it all, but you're a giant on the inside
His chest rises and falls under my head, his heart pounding, and everything in me wants to draw it out of him, make him just tell me what it is that's got him so tense, why he insists on this guilt. I feel it too - I was supposed to be paying better attention - but this feels like more than that.
And then there it is. His voice is thick and rough when he says, "I wasn't able to protect you."
I look up at him again until I find his eyes, and he doesn't flinch, doesn't look away. He's got me frozen in place all of a sudden. I don't think I could move if I wanted to, and I don't want to. I want to be closer, and something about that thought make heat rise in my cheeks.
But then his arm tightens, just enough to notice, and do get a little closer, pressed more tightly against him, suddenly hyper-aware of every place we touch. I don't look away.
"You did protect me," I whisper, as if we're in a room full of people and its just for him. "First, you stepped between me and that snow leopard. I was dinner and you killed it after my mistake. I'm alive."
And then, a slow grin pulls across my lips, something sparking bright and warm in my chest. Deimos had already told me, but suddenly it feels so much better, so much more real coming from him.
Only the beginning. Those words resonated in me, and my eyes dart across his face, trying discern his expression. What I find send my stomach flipping, my mouth going dry.
"You promise?"
And then there it is. His voice is thick and rough when he says, "I wasn't able to protect you."
I look up at him again until I find his eyes, and he doesn't flinch, doesn't look away. He's got me frozen in place all of a sudden. I don't think I could move if I wanted to, and I don't want to. I want to be closer, and something about that thought make heat rise in my cheeks.
But then his arm tightens, just enough to notice, and do get a little closer, pressed more tightly against him, suddenly hyper-aware of every place we touch. I don't look away.
"You did protect me," I whisper, as if we're in a room full of people and its just for him. "First, you stepped between me and that snow leopard. I was dinner and you killed it after my mistake. I'm alive."
And then, a slow grin pulls across my lips, something sparking bright and warm in my chest. Deimos had already told me, but suddenly it feels so much better, so much more real coming from him.
Only the beginning. Those words resonated in me, and my eyes dart across his face, trying discern his expression. What I find send my stomach flipping, my mouth going dry.
"You promise?"
