Oh, she does, but in her memory he's like a dream, hazy, made only of shadow and fire and smoke. She doesn't remember him like this, flesh and blood and human, with a quiet, solemn face not terribly different to Cecil's or Rosa's or her own, when she looks in a mirror.
She presses her face right up to his. Kain draws back, eyes narrow, and she searches their depths for all the dark, hidden things he might keep there.
When she refuses to yield, Kain reaches for her hand and clasps her fingers gently. It almost causes her to glance down, but his eyes never leave hers as he raises her knuckles to his lips. She's not quite sure what he means by it, but it's soft for a man who guards his softness so fiercely.
He takes his leave with a small bow of his head, finding another corner of the camp to keep watch from, and she watches him still. She feared fire, once, before she learned how to shape it to her will and it became an ally. In the quiet of her mind, she wonders if men can be shaped likewise.
Rydia/Kain, PG [BlitzKiss!]
Oh, she does, but in her memory he's like a dream, hazy, made only of shadow and fire and smoke. She doesn't remember him like this, flesh and blood and human, with a quiet, solemn face not terribly different to Cecil's or Rosa's or her own, when she looks in a mirror.
She presses her face right up to his. Kain draws back, eyes narrow, and she searches their depths for all the dark, hidden things he might keep there.
When she refuses to yield, Kain reaches for her hand and clasps her fingers gently. It almost causes her to glance down, but his eyes never leave hers as he raises her knuckles to his lips. She's not quite sure what he means by it, but it's soft for a man who guards his softness so fiercely.
He takes his leave with a small bow of his head, finding another corner of the camp to keep watch from, and she watches him still. She feared fire, once, before she learned how to shape it to her will and it became an ally. In the quiet of her mind, she wonders if men can be shaped likewise.