There she went again: bullshit responses. From what he remembered, there hadn't been any questions that night he hadn't answered to the best of his ability, but she seemed to think so. Of course, what she thought had happened to him was almost obvious now, but it was impossible to address that without acknowledging that at one point, he'd considered it. It would be easy to disappear to the cliffsides and never return, to "stumble" across the dragons during feeding time and let them decide his fate. He couldn't do it, though, because he knew what people would say. They would think him a coward. Just as she did.
That measly fact made it all the harder to turn his head and refuse to answer. He'd left that night because of her. Because of the closeness—no, because that closeness, there on the couch with no one there and still having some invisible barrier between them, was the closest they would ever be. He couldn't stand it. Not after all they'd been through together. Not after she'd shown how gentle she could be despite her hard exterior. How kind she could be despite how hard her words sometimes cut. How tender and real she could be behind the mask of an auror she wore alongside her badge. He'd seen it all in that cave, and now they were back to this.
He hadn't been aware of his expression changing, but his brows were now soft and both his jaw and his grip on her wrist relaxed. She wanted to hear his feelings. Well, he couldn't tell her. He couldn't. The words wouldn't leave his lips.
He could show her, though.
He tugged on her wrist, hard enough to send her body crashing into his. His lips found hers before he could consider what a terribly bad idea this was, and his hands were in her hair before he could question whether or not she even wanted this. She probably didn't, all things considered.
(But she'd asked how he felt. There was his answer.)
That measly fact made it all the harder to turn his head and refuse to answer. He'd left that night because of her. Because of the closeness—no, because that closeness, there on the couch with no one there and still having some invisible barrier between them, was the closest they would ever be. He couldn't stand it. Not after all they'd been through together. Not after she'd shown how gentle she could be despite her hard exterior. How kind she could be despite how hard her words sometimes cut. How tender and real she could be behind the mask of an auror she wore alongside her badge. He'd seen it all in that cave, and now they were back to this.
He hadn't been aware of his expression changing, but his brows were now soft and both his jaw and his grip on her wrist relaxed. She wanted to hear his feelings. Well, he couldn't tell her. He couldn't. The words wouldn't leave his lips.
He could show her, though.
He tugged on her wrist, hard enough to send her body crashing into his. His lips found hers before he could consider what a terribly bad idea this was, and his hands were in her hair before he could question whether or not she even wanted this. She probably didn't, all things considered.
(But she'd asked how he felt. There was his answer.)
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —