[She is quiet for a long moment, trying to find an answer. There is nothing that feels both truthful and safe to say: it would be unfair to them both to say that her loneliness is keener for his presence, that she can find no solace in solitude any more, that when riding she found her mind too easily turning to escape. At length, she sighs, and elects for truth over safety.]
Because I have returned to find my troubles waiting, and my longing has come to stand before me.
[Already, the armour is cracked: there is no distance in her tone, and there is an honesty in the emotion of it, in the way her eyes linger on him. It would be wisest to send him away, or to leave herself; to spare them both this dangerous closeness, and the cutting ache of self-restraint. It would be easiest to give in, to close the few paces still between them, fling her arms around him and give up all care for wisdom. She can bear to do neither, and so she stays where she is, the brush in her hand, her chest tight and her breathing a little too shallow, until her horse snorts and sticks his head against her ear, making her jump.]
[Her cheeks flushed, she clears her throat, grabbing the stallion's bridle and turning his head away.]
Some things are not so readily dispelled, I suppose.
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Date: 2023-05-05 05:03 pm (UTC)Because I have returned to find my troubles waiting, and my longing has come to stand before me.
[Already, the armour is cracked: there is no distance in her tone, and there is an honesty in the emotion of it, in the way her eyes linger on him. It would be wisest to send him away, or to leave herself; to spare them both this dangerous closeness, and the cutting ache of self-restraint. It would be easiest to give in, to close the few paces still between them, fling her arms around him and give up all care for wisdom. She can bear to do neither, and so she stays where she is, the brush in her hand, her chest tight and her breathing a little too shallow, until her horse snorts and sticks his head against her ear, making her jump.]
[Her cheeks flushed, she clears her throat, grabbing the stallion's bridle and turning his head away.]
Some things are not so readily dispelled, I suppose.