The city is rife with speculation. Lips move with a tittle-tattle here, a snippet of half truth there, and whispering's behind the palm of a hand. I am sure my name, -our- names, race like fire through the streets and I don't care.
Riesse shifted, laying on her belly by the small babbling brook behind her manor house. The stillness of no breeze allowed the fluttering of wings to bob and bounce about the peaceblooms, seeking nectar. Wiggling toes stretched upward, her knees bent, as she wrote in the leather journal.
He came to me in the vault under the Halls of Blood as I finished speaking with Lord Glacierwind, his lovely lady and Jack. I knew the moment his boots sounded in the hall that he was making his way to me. For what, I had not a clue. As usual, my betraying heart pounded so loudly in my ears I was sure I gave myself away to my friends though they never seemed to notice. I do believe Nyx gave a smirk in my direction as Felano led her out but, I can not be sure.
"Close your eyes, Mouse." My lord bid me and without hesitation I did so. Eros was never one to allow touch, much like me in that matter, but for different reasons and still, he took my hand in his, laying it against his heart. The world fell away in that instant. His life's blood beneath the tips of my fingers beat out a song that wove it's melody through my veins to wrap around my heart.
"I am yours and you are mine." Simple words speaking volumes louder than a symphony's crescendo. Deaf to all sounds save the pulsing of his heart, save the rich timber of his voice, I knew pure truth in that instant yet it didn't stop the shock and wonder of hearing the words voiced.
I suppose to say that I am still in shock would sound silly to anyone I spoke it to but, it's the simple way of it. How long have I pushed the thought of his touch from my mind? How long have I fought the quivering of my flesh as his arms guided my way through the streets or across the floors? Even now I wonder if it was all a dream.
The days in recent weeks are wearing me down. So many reports, so much crime, all this piled on top of new filings, upheaval on the steps of the Registry, tempers flaring between Melada and Iri, shots fired, Rook being gone, people seeking information.... gods, I need to breathe. I need help. No one sees the drowning as I sink deeper and deeper, wave after wave pushing me down into the depths.
Perhaps having the wolf beside me will be the saving grace I have longed for, for so long now.
