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10-26-2015, 06:09 PM
You cannot deny the queasiness of your stomach, the uncertainty that quivers in your heart with every step that you take. Your lord’s impassiveness does nothing to quell it, seemingly the same expression presented to the world at every glance; your prince’s quietness unnerving you further, (you cannot blame him, his mouth too full with the plants that you had been asked to bring, your own resting heavy over their fragile leaves, delicate roots) for it is so different than what you have become accustomed to. Even as the three of you hover at the edge of the forest, even as you delve into the midst of its trees and its secrets, hidden by the fog, by your eyes that are seeing this for the first time, your discomfort only grows, your heart swelling and beating itself against its cage of bone to the point that its painful, your body pressing ever-closer to your prince. You try to make it seem like an accident as your skin brushes against his for the briefest of moments, smiling coyly, embarrassment turning your cheeks red and hot as you side-step hastily from him, eyes searching the trees, watching the fog swirl beneath your legs, anything that is not in his immediate direction, afraid to catch even a glimpse of those northern, mocking blues. It is this short-lived relief that causes your dread of this gloom forest and those that live here to settle in over your bones thicker, more potent, than it had before, and even as Deimos draws to a stop, Erebos settling in next to him, and you finding your place beside him, smiling as he does though your eyes do not leave the lines of the trees, searching with a feverish, tireless, anxiety for what is to come, expecting the worst out of the unknown. |
ugh, shoot me but it's up ;~;
in case it needs clarifying, she's standing on erebos' side, opposite of deimos
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