This time he drew her frame in closer to his burly chest. The scary part about it was that his hug became more fluid, as if he knew how to properly comfort others. His body shifted so that the movement was no longer awkward, but meant something. In fact, simply having his arms wrapped around her meant everything. Certainly not in the romantic sense, since Dragan was certain romance was bullshit, but the trust that came with it. Their bond had always been strong no matter the time nor place. It was built on trust, something he did not hand out easily. The only person who knew his upbringing, his inner thoughts and feelings, his fears was the woman who stood frail within his grasp. She was practically clinging onto him, a sight he never experienced before. Although frighting, it was refreshing to not be the one who always required saving. Perhaps she needed him just as much as he did her. Not that he’d admit it. Hearing her words, he kept his stance unwavering. If it helped her, if it got her through whatever was shattering her, then he’d keep holding onto her no matter how unnatural the situation felt to him. “Okay,” he replied, still keeping the hand in her hair. Sky blue eyes gazed back into hers, softening once the pain she held crept its way through. “Okay.”
the longer they allowed to share this moment with each other, the more comfortable the act started to become. he was capable of showing emotions and be the responsible one by taking care of someone who always took care of him. it was pleasant to be noticed for one. Better yet, it made her feel like she was loved and couldn’t be missed. Nelene has always be the exposable, the one person that would die for the better purpose. She stood for the freedom of hundreds, sometimes even thousands. how much of a value held one life against so many. she had always considered her life to be the vessel for the good in all of us. being a guard of a royal had been the easy way out of that life. but was it the wisest decision to make?? dragan made it worth it. atleast in this moment she could understand the reasons for not leaving him. in the end, he would always care eventhough he was too affraid to confess that. the emotional error that was overloading her system was slowing passing by and her own cyncical clarity was returning faster then she had imagined it to be and when she had overcome the emotions, she would let go of him. she had collect herself together and brought back the mask that would show that all was okay. “you can’t share this with anyone.” nelene would almost threaten.
