"It's okay, it'll be okay.." she murmured soothingly, running her fingers lightly over Faith's cheeks to dry the tears. How did their roles get switched? Wasn't she the one crying a moment ago?
She wanted to believe that Faith wouldn't hurt her again, that they would be alright. But she wasn't sure if that was true. She didn't know if they could ever get back to how they used to be, if they could ever have that same level of trust and companionship. But she would try, she would put all her effort in because despite everything. Despite time, despite new relationship and new pain, she still loved this woman with all her heart. She didn't think she'd ever be able to stop loving her.
"Just love me, that's all I need." she answered, clasping Faith's hand tightly and bringing it to rest over her still racing heart. Maybe things would start turning around now, maybe life would get better, happier. She would actually want to wake up in the mornings now.
"Tell me about... about your travels." she said, nudging the other woman back into her chair. Without releasing the hand she held, she pulled her chair over easily and placed it close to Faith's chair. Sinking in to the seat she let go of her worries, of her doubts, choosing for the moment to indulge in the feeling of basking in Faith's presence once more.
Post by Faith Winters on Aug 9, 2009 12:02:27 GMT -5
The thumping of Rayne’s racing heart was in tune with her own, and as Faiths hand rested against her, she could do nothing more than allow that smile to slip across her features, that smile that was only for Ray, that no one else was allowed to have. And it felt good. “I’ve never stopped.” She spoke with sincerity, still worried about pushing too hard, but unable to hide the truth. Faith hadn’t loved another since she left, and she hadn’t planned to love anyone else in this lifetime.
As she was nudged back into her chair, Faith watched tensely as Rayne grabbed her chair and brought it over, her muscles only relaxing once Ray had settled in her chair. Good. No table between them now. As they remained holding hands, Faith slid her free hand against the back of Ray’s, so she held the other girls hand between both of her own. Clearing her throat lightly as she thought over what she wanted to say, Faith gave a slight shrug of her shoulders,
“It’s hard to tell specifics, I mean… I traveled for years… A lot happened. I’ve seen so much of the world, so much beauty, and so much horror. I’ve helped build homes for people, and I’ve had towns burn down around me… studied with monks across the globe, with the oldest and wisest people you could ever imagine meeting. Every day was different, but every night was the same. I’d lie there, looking up at the stars, and wondering. Wondering where you were, what you were doing, how you were doing…”
Turning glacial blue eyes to meet the swirling eyes she was so familiar with, curiosity shone through, along with traces of her worry. She wanted to ask, but was she allowed? What had happened to Rayne, all these years. Clearly it hadn’t been easy, Faith needed to know why. But it would take time. She had no right to ask such an obviously personal question, not yet. There was something she could ask though, that she needed to ask. Eyes changing as a mischievous glint appeared, Faith lowered her voice so it was not humanly possible to hear her, the only one who would understand what she said would be Rayne,
“Can we go for a run?” Of course she didn’t mean a normal run. She wanted to go in lycan form, on a real run. It had been so long since she spent time with fellow lycans, and years since she last got to run with Rayne. She could feel the need bubbling below the surface, fighting to escape. “I’d understand if you’re not ready… I just… I just missed it.”
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Rayne listened intently, allowing the lovely voice to wash over her and sooth her frazzled nerves. Despite the contentment this moment was bringing her she could help but worry, and wonder. Did Faith have any companionship during her travels, did she have someone else to hold as she laid down at night, did she allow someone else to get close to her? She wanted to ask, desperately, pathetically, she wanted to know.
The red haired woman bit down on her lip in a nervous habit only recently developed, knowing as much as she wanted to ask she couldn't. Not when she had sought out the warmth of another, not when she had allowed another to worm into her heart as a way of forgetting- however briefly- the sorrow that consumed her due to Faith's leaving her.
"Can we go for a run?"
Oh, how she missed their daily runs, loosing themselves in the expansive wood. She missed the freedom of running paw to paw with her lover, of frolicking like eager puppies and rough housing.
"I can't." She answered, shaking her head with a sad smile. The majority of her wounds had healed, the processed sped up by her natural healing abilities and good food, but she still had some internal damage that was being as stubborn as the bruising around her throat. It was as if the wounds were cursed, spelled to remain unhealed and festering. The change would be painful for her at the moment, the shifting of bones and muscle would further aggravate the bleeding and bruising. She raised her free hand unconsciously to her throat as her thoughts went to her wounds, hollowly adding "My wounds... It would hurt."
Post by Faith Winters on Aug 9, 2009 20:46:56 GMT -5
Bowing a head as Rayne replied, Faiths gut twisted painfully. She couldn’t. It was too soon of course, how dare she ask? Then she finished her thought, explained that it was due to her wounds, not because of Faith. Although she wanted to feel relieved, because it Faith wasn’t to blame for it… Directly. The stirring in her stomach increased tenfold. If she hadn’t of left, those wounds probably wouldn’t be there in the first place.
Suddenly finding it hard to breathe, Faith cleared her throat once more, “I need… I need to get some air… I understand that we can’t go for a run, but do you think… Would you care to join me for a walk? Maybe find a nice clearing to sit and talk, like old times?” Maybe bringing up old times wasn’t the brightest thing for her to do. “Also, I learned some really relaxing, helpful healing meditations while on my travel, I could, y’know, show you if you’d like?”
It was too much to fast, wasn’t it? That’s all she could concentrate on, how much she was asking already. Of course Rayne didn’t want to go on a walk with her. Stroll through the night, with nothing but moonlight to light their path? Maybe three years ago, but they had just met up again, she couldn’t expect such ridiculous things. But Faith needed that air, she felt as though she was suffocating, the bar was still alive, the patrons who were once mellow were now filled more with alcohol and dancing about. It was stifling.
Wiping the back of her neck as beads of sweat began to form, Faith kept hopeful eyes on Rayne. Maybe it wasn’t too much. She really wanted to ask Ray about what she had gone through, what had happened all this time she’s been away. The bar really was not the proper place for that. Too many people, too hot, too… oxygen deprived.
Talk. Yes, they did need to talk. So much time had gone by, so many things had happened. They'd have to get reacquainted, informed of the events of the past years. They'd have to get to know each other all over, because as familiar as they were to each other they were also very unfamiliar.
"A walk... I'd like that." She finally answered, her voice coming out raspy as she forced the words out of her dry mouth. Maybe she'd get to ask the question, maybe she'd get to know. How many others had Faith been with, how many others had tasted her, touched her, been close to her when she was not able to.
Jealousy pooled in her belly, hot and angry like a festering wound. She remembered the looks that girl had been giving Faith, the looks of someone interested in a whole lot more than a walk. Where those looks warranted in anyway? Had Faith returned those looks? Suddenly she felt just as stifled as the other woman, the smell of sweat and booze was making her nauseous. Air, she needed air. And maybe a nice hard wall to punch.
"Let's go." she stated, her tone coming out angrier than she meant it to. She shouldn't be so upset, so angry over such a thing, not when she had moved on. Not when she had lain with another and found solace with someone else. Tightening her grip on Faith's hand, to a point that would have crushed a lesser being's bones, she stood from her chair and began to lead the way around the other tables and out the door, eyes giving one last angry glare at the stupid female from earlier.
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