02.Feb.16, 03:45 AM
There was plenty to be afraid of but Rhaedalyn was still convinced R’nya didn’t need to be bothered with any of it, even if it kind of involved him to some degree. Girl, if you do not speak your mind right now, I will do it for you. Speak and go back to enjoying yourself or I will come up there and sit on all of you until you do. Rhaedalyn gave a little squeak of surprise at the tone in which Aradissicath was using on her and shame painted her cheeks red. She hated being fussed over and causing such drama when it wasn’t needed. Finally, she sighed in defeat but didn’t let go of R’nya or look up from his chest.
“I’m afraid that if I like you more than I already do that one day you won’t like me in return and I’ll just die from my heart shattering again. I like us. I like making you so happy that you smile and show emotions and act so impulsive that you do something I think you’d normally hide so no one knows what you’re truly like.” Apparently when she was forced into talking, she babbled every thought in her little head. Rhaedalyn was close to shutting up and never speaking again but R’nya’s admittance that the impulsive kiss wasn’t his best moment popped back into her mind and it actually caused her to look up and give an attempt at glowering.
“And no. That truly was one of your better moments. I loved it and that I made you act like that was a great gift in return. Please don’t ever hide reactions like that again. It kind of makes me worry about what else you might keep from me because you don’t think I should know or would approve of because of my upbringing.” Rhaedalyn frowned again as she wondered if R’nya always treated her differently than he did other women or men that were Weyr-bred and worried a bit that maybe he was growing tired of having to behave that way and that was why he gave her that kiss; he simply forgot himself and the character he played with her.
A hand finally let go of R’nya’s back to lift and rest gently on his cheek as Rhaedalyn took in every detail of his face and expression, wondering what was going on behind stormy blue eyes that never seemed to miss a thing. She was suddenly feeling self-conscious and her confession had her wanting to flee and never be seen again as she felt rather silly now that it was out in the open and the bronzerider could save her the time and walk away right then. That fear and confusion over what she may have done left her hand slowly drifting down to rest on his chest as her gaze lowered to stare at it as well. There was a good chance she’d never be able to look R’nya in his pretty eyes again.
“I’m afraid that if I like you more than I already do that one day you won’t like me in return and I’ll just die from my heart shattering again. I like us. I like making you so happy that you smile and show emotions and act so impulsive that you do something I think you’d normally hide so no one knows what you’re truly like.” Apparently when she was forced into talking, she babbled every thought in her little head. Rhaedalyn was close to shutting up and never speaking again but R’nya’s admittance that the impulsive kiss wasn’t his best moment popped back into her mind and it actually caused her to look up and give an attempt at glowering.
“And no. That truly was one of your better moments. I loved it and that I made you act like that was a great gift in return. Please don’t ever hide reactions like that again. It kind of makes me worry about what else you might keep from me because you don’t think I should know or would approve of because of my upbringing.” Rhaedalyn frowned again as she wondered if R’nya always treated her differently than he did other women or men that were Weyr-bred and worried a bit that maybe he was growing tired of having to behave that way and that was why he gave her that kiss; he simply forgot himself and the character he played with her.
A hand finally let go of R’nya’s back to lift and rest gently on his cheek as Rhaedalyn took in every detail of his face and expression, wondering what was going on behind stormy blue eyes that never seemed to miss a thing. She was suddenly feeling self-conscious and her confession had her wanting to flee and never be seen again as she felt rather silly now that it was out in the open and the bronzerider could save her the time and walk away right then. That fear and confusion over what she may have done left her hand slowly drifting down to rest on his chest as her gaze lowered to stare at it as well. There was a good chance she’d never be able to look R’nya in his pretty eyes again.