[ He feels the... push in her voice when she tells him that she evidently needs a little more than his suggestion of a minute. And he'd held her gaze before she whirled around to head outside. Asil is not sure if he's relieved that she doesn't see how he rubs his hand worriedly over his mouth, unsettled and flustered smack in the middle of his own kitchen because he felt the urging of his wolf to follow her now.
But no. He is in control.
He did not fuss overmuch over their tea. If anything, what he feels right now is a little bit like feeling drunk - drunk on the scent of her skin against his. Of whatever perfume he'd inhaled when he'd pressed close.
He does not miss that she'd left her coat and her boots. And while she is likely taking in the chill Montana air, he inhales deeply, exerting his will over his wolf. He has no patience for it's impatience. She has not left them and neither is she prey for them to want to give chase.
By all things holy and not - he will give her the space she asked for.
When you return, Eun, you'll find him leaning against the frame of those french doors. His arms are crossed idly, his head tilted as if listening to music only he can hear. He'll look deceptively relaxed, like a loyal dog aiting patiently (but not hurriedly) for your return.
He promised, querida. He may be old and wrestling with the madness that comes with walking the earth for far longer than expected - but he keeps his promises.
On the island top, you'll catch sight of a service tray carved from redwood. He finished preparing your tea (with honey, as requested). The saucers cover both china cups, trapping the heat. ]
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But no. He is in control.
He did not fuss overmuch over their tea. If anything, what he feels right now is a little bit like feeling drunk - drunk on the scent of her skin against his. Of whatever perfume he'd inhaled when he'd pressed close.
He does not miss that she'd left her coat and her boots. And while she is likely taking in the chill Montana air, he inhales deeply, exerting his will over his wolf. He has no patience for it's impatience. She has not left them and neither is she prey for them to want to give chase.
By all things holy and not - he will give her the space she asked for.
When you return, Eun, you'll find him leaning against the frame of those french doors. His arms are crossed idly, his head tilted as if listening to music only he can hear. He'll look deceptively relaxed, like a loyal dog aiting patiently (but not hurriedly) for your return.
He promised, querida. He may be old and wrestling with the madness that comes with walking the earth for far longer than expected - but he keeps his promises.
On the island top, you'll catch sight of a service tray carved from redwood. He finished preparing your tea (with honey, as requested). The saucers cover both china cups, trapping the heat. ]