03.Dec.16, 10:00 PM
Sitting facing Rhaedalyn, R’nya’s furrowed brows and cautiously hopeful expression had been crushed, with the bronzerider slumping as Rhaedalyn completely missed his point and left him wondering how. Hadn’t he been forthright? Did he really need to spell it out for her? How much clearer could he possibly be? How much clearer did he nee to be? R’nya groaned, his head tipping forward in defeat and he gripped his forehead, thumb and fingers at his temples.
“Oh Rhaedalyn,” R’nya sighed. He knew she’d be freaking out, wondering how she’d let him down with that simple sentence. R’nya knew he’d have to put her out of her misery, but how? How to make the silly, wonderful, beautiful and agonisingly blind woman before him, see what was right in front of her? He had a moment of true wonder, as he questioned himself on how Z’ia had gotten through to her? How had that pathetic, tiny, useless bluerider made Rhaedalyn see him? R’nya pushed his hand up, threading his fingers through his hair and brushing it away from his face before looking up at Rheadlayn.
At least she was still sitting there, though he could tell she was panicking. Reaching forward, R’nya brushed the blanket away so he could find and grasp her hands, threading his fingers through hers and holding tight lest she spook and flee. He was not going to risk her fleeing on him! Lifting both sets of hands, he gently cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. “We really, really need to work on your ability to read between the lines, my love.” Leaning forward, R’nya caught her lips in a kiss, still holding her hands, though he lowered them to be between them, instead of cupping her face.
It was only as he was leaning back after the kiss, studying her face to see what he’d find, that R’nya realised it was entirely possible Rhaedalyn had read between the lines, and was trying to let him down easy. Well, if that were the case he was sure she’d slap him or something, and no doubt think him entirely too dense. In which case he would probably be spending the next several years apologising for insinuating she was dense…