Blackberry Fields A Four Letter Word

The dark man barely heard her low murmur, but as she signaled to him that she was ready to move on, he followed her command with no hesitation. He was a dominant individual, some part of him seeking control in most situations. There were only a few chosen individuals that he obeyed on command, and it seemed in this situation, Aideen had become one of them. The guardian almost chuckled but his composure was still as stone faced as ever. His gaze softened as they neared the comforting thickets and he looked down at the delirious woman leaning onto him for support. In so little time, she had come to mean much, and the guarded man was scared at what the future would bring. Would his feelings grow deeper? Did she even feel the same? Though his thoughts were troubled, his paw steps were as smooth and steady as always as they crossed the threshold of the Woodlands and he made sure to head straight for their makeshift infirmary. She had converted the den that was once his solitary get away into a storage den where she kept all her medicinal herbs. Or, what he could tell. Healing was not Miccah's forte. He gently urged her to lay down to get some much needed sleep and the man allowed himself one last lingering look before placing himself outside of the den so he could keep a close eye on her if she needed him. Miccah's burly form quietly stood, wondering silently why he couldn't leave her side quite just yet. {Fade} ”Speech”

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