She blushed, his heart threatened to bound about his chest in efforts to escape, thanking his lucky stars he wasn’t in his stag form or his body would have betrayed him adding to his shame. Within the interlocking of their eyes he longed for something more. To know what lurked behind her face and to read what he couldn’t see, to know what he didn’t at this time. Connection, a temptress to him just like her while it was confusing, it intoxicated him. It seemed her mind was just in as much conflict as his with her search for an answer. Hopefully it wasn’t’ his imagination.
She smiled. His ears rose up in alarm, wide eyed as he watched her face turn up in a thin line. It broke the monotone expression yet it filled her with something…something special. He couldn’t place, just left him cautious and curious. His head cocked to the side in inquiry, careful to keep his antlers from clipping her side, and his eyes narrowed sharply upon her face, sought clues of pain or memory. He tried to remember, faintly and jaded, of child, men, and even women of old performing the same gesture yet why? Most animals pulled back their teeth in fright, did he frighten her? How did he? Can he fix it? Why did he care?
She’s human, she can’t be trusted…the poison had voiced it thoughts but Duir was too wrapped up in Brianna to listen.
“That’s good…” It was crossed between firm and soft, a happy medium to him anyway. Reminded him of how a human man once spoke to his…wife? He called her his wife, the meaning of the term was lost on Duir, and the man wasn’t angry when he spoke, content with her efforts. That was how Duir felt with Brianna.
There electrical sensation where her fingers touched once more, a pleasant traced that left his flesh hot when it left. His eyes closed, his lips pressed lightly together as he found himself leaning slightly into the fingers. Almost fighting against nuzzling, knowing his antlers would be pressed into her stomach if he attempted it. Stupid horns. This was the first time he ever cursed a part of himself and it made him paused from his action and open his eyes. Strange, very strange it was.
Her face remained cracked until she saw her wrist, her fingers still held within his thick curls that joined in the very contact, strands of hair caress and encouraged it. Inside it warmed him before his emotions were rocked by the shift. He didn’t want that, depression had strong power on him whenever she frowned and he didn’t like her frowning at all. In honesty with himself, he shouldn’t care at all but he did, Duir found himself sensitivity more and more. It hurt to do it yet he longed to drown himself in these emotions he watched humans displayed. No one, not even the people of old, even dared to love a god at least not like this. Could she? He yearned with all of his existence.
His boyish lips tried to mimic only to have one side to lift while the other epically failed. Once more he tried and again his cheeks couldn’t quite understand what he wanted. The more he tried, his ears pulled back in frustration as he found he was only able to produce a weak lopsided smirk. It made him look nothing more than guilty as he wanted her to stay smiling. A brief memory as he watched the children play, when his loneness didn’t plague him, grin to another, spread it like the scent of a freshly picked flower. That was what he wanted to do with her.
The voice in the back of his head hissed but despite its reasoning, he continued to ignore it completely in her presence. Even the ache had seemed to dull but then again he had yet to move.