PETER
It didn’t take long for Peters stiff form to relax into Zariah’s arms, a warmth there that he had somehow forgotten. He was still afraid of her, of what she could do to him, but he remembered how badly he’d wanted to please her as well, to earn his place. The feeling of drifting aimlessly hadn’t abated, but Zariah was the promise of an end to that.
Could he really deny it?
His mind whispered no, of course he couldn’t, no matter how much her words made him uneasy. He shifted, freeing his mouth so he could speak clearly. ”Can I ask...” Then he trailed off, and tried his luck. ”Why did you... why did you leave?” There was nothing accusatory in his tone, just confusion, like an abandoned dog. There were more questions, about family and kingdoms and home, but this was the most pressing, the one he’d wondered the whole time.
Could he really deny it?
His mind whispered no, of course he couldn’t, no matter how much her words made him uneasy. He shifted, freeing his mouth so he could speak clearly. ”Can I ask...” Then he trailed off, and tried his luck. ”Why did you... why did you leave?” There was nothing accusatory in his tone, just confusion, like an abandoned dog. There were more questions, about family and kingdoms and home, but this was the most pressing, the one he’d wondered the whole time.
and our memories defeat us
and I’ll end this duress
and I’ll end this duress
