There was no objections to what she said, the better part of her was surpised he was agreeing with her. Any more they argued, and that's half the reason she'd been worried about speaking to him. Why she had avoided him after there partial make up at the lagoon. It was easier to avoid it, and pretend the issue would solve itself. She did not want to finish off what was left. Once she knew she was running from her fears not facing them she had started to come to terms. She could not make anyone happy but herself.
Or she daily repeated the thought into her head to try to keep her from spreading herself so very thin. She was aware there was no eay fix, she'd acknowledged this road would be anything but smooth, and straight. She took the moment breath relief, and accept the niche she'd carved bringing them together; the small bit of comfort that had always done it's job. This was where she had wanted to be the moment he had come back. She wanted to hang on to that, and be stuck pretending there was nothing else. After the delicate touch to the underside of her chin, no more of this walking on egg shells business she calmly blinked back the unbidden tears, and held onto the serenity brought. It seemed so hard the first time to tell Alexander they were leaving, and to set off on their own. This time it made the first look easy breezy, and a partial grin tugged at her pale cheek. What on earth had they been thinking? Part of her wished they had stuck it out together and everything would have worked itself out. If it was not this mess it would surely be another. She rested her head against his neck listening to the flow of his breath.
When he withdrew she did too, and reflected his action by glancing to the flowing water. She felt as timid, and scared the first time she'd confessed her affections; on the edge waiting to break. She had gave him quite a lot to think about. She tried to give him his moment of peace, or thought whatever he might be seeking. She greeted him with a steady smile, and bright, thoughtful eyes. "Where do we start then?" Smile was half crooked, and her pale brows rose in motion with her shoulders. "Honestly? I don't know." She laughed wearily to likely keep herself from weeping. Change didn't happen all by itself.
"But, we do have a beginning?" She pointed out, titling her head to level with his. "What shall you have me do Mr. Lyall?" She whispered her usual teasing tone in the undercurrent of her voice. Grizzly Hollow, and this mess could not be fixed by her, but feeling like they were on the same team was enough.
Or she daily repeated the thought into her head to try to keep her from spreading herself so very thin. She was aware there was no eay fix, she'd acknowledged this road would be anything but smooth, and straight. She took the moment breath relief, and accept the niche she'd carved bringing them together; the small bit of comfort that had always done it's job. This was where she had wanted to be the moment he had come back. She wanted to hang on to that, and be stuck pretending there was nothing else. After the delicate touch to the underside of her chin, no more of this walking on egg shells business she calmly blinked back the unbidden tears, and held onto the serenity brought. It seemed so hard the first time to tell Alexander they were leaving, and to set off on their own. This time it made the first look easy breezy, and a partial grin tugged at her pale cheek. What on earth had they been thinking? Part of her wished they had stuck it out together and everything would have worked itself out. If it was not this mess it would surely be another. She rested her head against his neck listening to the flow of his breath.
When he withdrew she did too, and reflected his action by glancing to the flowing water. She felt as timid, and scared the first time she'd confessed her affections; on the edge waiting to break. She had gave him quite a lot to think about. She tried to give him his moment of peace, or thought whatever he might be seeking. She greeted him with a steady smile, and bright, thoughtful eyes. "Where do we start then?" Smile was half crooked, and her pale brows rose in motion with her shoulders. "Honestly? I don't know." She laughed wearily to likely keep herself from weeping. Change didn't happen all by itself.
"But, we do have a beginning?" She pointed out, titling her head to level with his. "What shall you have me do Mr. Lyall?" She whispered her usual teasing tone in the undercurrent of her voice. Grizzly Hollow, and this mess could not be fixed by her, but feeling like they were on the same team was enough.
(This post was last modified: Mar 23, 2012, 03:50 AM by Jaysyek.)