All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Soh saw the joy on his face, the light and warmth in his eyes as he gazed down at her, adoring and devoted and loving.
And she saw the moment cold fear shadowed it, a terror unlike any she’d ever seen on his face blowing his pupils wide.
Confusion flickered across her face as he buried his face in her neck; instinctively, she wrapped her arms around him tightly, holding him against her as though she could protect him from whatever emotions flashed through him now. Had she said something wrong? She didn’t think so, if his initial reaction was anything to go by, but what else was she supposed to think as he clung to her as though at any moment she might be ripped from his arms? What about her loving him so fiercely would inspire such panic?
When he spoke, it was tormented, voice shaking and strained. While she felt a surge of relief that he loved her, too, that she hadn’t misread that first surge of joy on his face, she didn’t want to be the cause of such pain, of such intense fear. She caressed his bare shoulders, rubbing his back soothingly with one hand. ”Zav,” she murmured softly, trying to keep her voice gentle and even, though her concern would be evident. ”What’s wrong? Talk to me,” she coaxed, almost pleading. She wanted to understand, needed to know, so that she could help him past whatever demons haunted him now.
And she saw the moment cold fear shadowed it, a terror unlike any she’d ever seen on his face blowing his pupils wide.
Confusion flickered across her face as he buried his face in her neck; instinctively, she wrapped her arms around him tightly, holding him against her as though she could protect him from whatever emotions flashed through him now. Had she said something wrong? She didn’t think so, if his initial reaction was anything to go by, but what else was she supposed to think as he clung to her as though at any moment she might be ripped from his arms? What about her loving him so fiercely would inspire such panic?
When he spoke, it was tormented, voice shaking and strained. While she felt a surge of relief that he loved her, too, that she hadn’t misread that first surge of joy on his face, she didn’t want to be the cause of such pain, of such intense fear. She caressed his bare shoulders, rubbing his back soothingly with one hand. ”Zav,” she murmured softly, trying to keep her voice gentle and even, though her concern would be evident. ”What’s wrong? Talk to me,” she coaxed, almost pleading. She wanted to understand, needed to know, so that she could help him past whatever demons haunted him now.
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
