04.Feb.16, 01:33 AM
His cheek felt cool, the warmth that had resulted from Rhaedalyn’s hand vanishing as quickly as it had gathered and R’nya, in response, tightened his grip on the goldrider, as fearful that she was about to bolt as Rhaedalyn was of him turning tail. It didn’t occur to him that they shared a fear, and perhaps it would have put them both a little more at ease if they had. R’nya rested his chin lightly on Rhaedalyn’s head, the soft scent of her soaps filling each breath.
“Rhaedalyn, I do not think you could do anything to cause me to not care for you.” It wasn’t exactly an answer to her fears, but the furrowing of the bronzerider’s brows belied the difficulty he was having with expressing himself, though unlike Rhaedalyn, he didn’t have a dragon pushing him along with either threats or love. “I am not good at this,” he stated finally, opting to cover his bases with blunt honesty; he didn’t want Rhaedalyn to get the wrong idea about his silence or awkward phrasing!
After an extended pause, during which R’nya went to start a sentence two or three times, the bronzerider finally sighed in exasperation. “I like us too; I like your brilliance and your sweetness and your shyness.” Like the way she seemed to constantly be staring at his chest and refusing to meet his eyes. He enjoyed her stories and her naivety (even when it was frustrating) and the way she seemed to light up whatever room she walked into.
“Rhaedalyn, I do not think you could do anything to cause me to not care for you.” It wasn’t exactly an answer to her fears, but the furrowing of the bronzerider’s brows belied the difficulty he was having with expressing himself, though unlike Rhaedalyn, he didn’t have a dragon pushing him along with either threats or love. “I am not good at this,” he stated finally, opting to cover his bases with blunt honesty; he didn’t want Rhaedalyn to get the wrong idea about his silence or awkward phrasing!
After an extended pause, during which R’nya went to start a sentence two or three times, the bronzerider finally sighed in exasperation. “I like us too; I like your brilliance and your sweetness and your shyness.” Like the way she seemed to constantly be staring at his chest and refusing to meet his eyes. He enjoyed her stories and her naivety (even when it was frustrating) and the way she seemed to light up whatever room she walked into.