Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
I already knew I didn't have control for how my emotions formed, the speed at which they decided to grow, and who they decided to attach themselves to. I was pretty good at hiding them, at consulting my head before moving on my heart's desires. But this damn attuned thing had me messed up. The sheer weight of the emotions, the rawness and realness of them, had me off balance, had my head spinning, unable to keep up with the leaps my heart was so readily taking.
And yet, I was weirdly OK with it all too.
I was taking deep, slow and steady breaths, pleased that my fitness level had improved enough to allow me to recover from our physical activities so quick. But I couldn't deny that when she leaned into closer to me, her head resting upon my shoulder, my heartrate decidedly increased. Rather grateful that I hadn't yet mastered the art of sharing emotions through the link while in human form (because I would no doubt be broadcasting all of the emotions right now), I simply let my arms fall around her in a warm, firm embrace, and rested my own head upon the top of hers.
It was like a drug, being this near to her, losing myself in my wonder for all things Kia. At her words, I couldn't help but think that while the scar no longer hurt her, the memories of its cause - this amulet, and her misadventures into this realm the Rift - almost certainly did bring up echoes of pain, and suffering.
"That's good," I hum in my deep voice, a hand idly trailing up and down one of her arms now. "Here's to hoping we can make some new, less painful memories, huh?"
And yet, I was weirdly OK with it all too.
I was taking deep, slow and steady breaths, pleased that my fitness level had improved enough to allow me to recover from our physical activities so quick. But I couldn't deny that when she leaned into closer to me, her head resting upon my shoulder, my heartrate decidedly increased. Rather grateful that I hadn't yet mastered the art of sharing emotions through the link while in human form (because I would no doubt be broadcasting all of the emotions right now), I simply let my arms fall around her in a warm, firm embrace, and rested my own head upon the top of hers.
It was like a drug, being this near to her, losing myself in my wonder for all things Kia. At her words, I couldn't help but think that while the scar no longer hurt her, the memories of its cause - this amulet, and her misadventures into this realm the Rift - almost certainly did bring up echoes of pain, and suffering.
"That's good," I hum in my deep voice, a hand idly trailing up and down one of her arms now. "Here's to hoping we can make some new, less painful memories, huh?"
CHULANE
