by Dimitri on April 21st, 2011, 7:47 am
Dimitri couldn't help but beam as Flick's tail thumped lightly against the seat. He didn't see just an animal in his lap. He saw Flick, animal and human, beautiful, loving, in both forms. She licked his hand gently, the slightly rough feel countered by the lightness of the motion. While it didn't feel like one, that simple gesture set him on fire as if she had kissed him. He fought about it and realized it was exactly that. Flick disappeared behind the bush and returned once more, with one slight unexpected difference. She had tears streaming down her face. Dimitri's face first showed shock and surprise. Had he done something to upset her? Did he do something wrong? These horrifying ideas and more passed through his mind. He then quickly shifted gears and was more concerned for her pain than his own worries. She wiped away some tears, but missed one. Using a single fingertip, he scooped it up. He moved his hand over the railing, and deposited the tear into the opening folds of a single blooming red rose, a flower on the verge of full bloom but hadn't quite gotten all of the way there. He then heard her laugh. He was a bit surprised at this, but then she started into her story.
"To be sure you can handle my future."
These words struck him like an arrow to his heart. She wanted a future with him. She didn't want him as a brief comfort, but rather something more. She was the first person he'd met that wanted more from him aside from an occasional favor or flirt. Others wanted him to become a Knight and nothing more. But this innocent beauty, this glowing woman, wanted him to transcend being a protector of Syliras. He could be her protector, her provider. Did he want that though? He looked deep into her earthen colored eyes. And there he found his answer. He would lay down his life for his city. But for her, would protect his life tooth and nail, to the very last breath, if only to take care of her for a single moment more. His duty belonged to Syliras, but his life belonged to her. But in order to provide for her, he would have to become a Knight as soon as possible. This tore him though. In order to take care of her, he would have to dedicate more to his duty, that he could be giving to her. But provide he would. He continued to listen patiently to her tale.
As she told her tale, he listened intently. As she told him of how her master cared for her, he was swarmed with mixed feelings. He was glad she had a small bit of joy in her bleak past, but a twinge of jealous flowed in as well. He'd never been a jealous person before, but had been experiencing it as of late. He scolded himself at such an ugly feeling. Then a slip of the tongue swelled his heart that his chest physically hurt. She possibly loved him? She shared that feeling he hadn't been able to admit yet? The butterflies he felt that first night returned. But it wasn't nervous as it was before, but rather excitement, joy beyond any other he had felt. He struggled to contain the goofy grin she was able to bring to his face.
Bonding? Why hadn't he heard of this before? Was her love not love but this bonding she mentioned? His heart sank at the thought. Maybe she was forced to love him. The though of such subservience sickened him. He could never treat her as a slave. Slavery was an abomination on Mizahar. All men and women born into this world are born as equals, and should always be treated as equals. He struggled to keep his smile from turning into a pained grimace. The thought that she could possibly be forced to feel this way made him feel dirty. He clung to the small hope that maybe her love, if that's what in fact it was, could over power this bond she now had for himself.
His hand began to grind into his hilt, almost in comfort as she told him of the abuse and attack of her previous owner. Even the idea of a collar made him want to kill the men she mentioned. He'd never wanted to kill before. But should he meet them, he wasn't sure he could hide behind his stoicism. He slowly calmed down as she finished her tale. She was bonded to him now. But Dimitri didn't care. He would still love her, hoping she loved him back. As she finished, he chose his words carefully, hoping they wouldn't scare her away. She knew what bonding was, and now so did he. But just because she would have to listen to him didn't mean he'd have to force her to. "You are not a pet, not to me. You are... You are my other half. My equal. I will not force you to do anything. The only collar you will wear is the honest feelings I feel for you. The... Lo---... The strong feelings I have." He then dropped to a barely audible whisper and looked away at the nearby roses. "The love I feel..." He then saw a most peculiar, beautiful thing. The halfbloomed flower he gave her tear to, was now fully open it amazing glory. He reached out and plucked it. He snapped off a couple of thorns. He then tucked her hair behind her left ear and placed the rose in the crook of her ear. His courage soared then.
"I know it's soon... I know it may not be returned... But I love you Flick."
He looked away sheepishly. He'd never bared so much to anyone before. He was feeling very vulnerable, his stoic armor torn asunder. He knew that he could be struck down now by a single word from her lips. But it was a risk he needed to take. He braced himself, waiting for the unknown.