Ella Claire Gainsborough {Beauty} (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bookshelved) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
She laughed softly when he rubbed his forehead under her chin, and it was a happy sound. When he put his head on her lap, she moved her hand toward his ear before he'd even asked her to. "I'm not afraid," she said honestly. "Not anymore." She scratched behind his ear softly, and she settled back against the front of the couch. "You're warm," she said contentedly, "and I'm not fussing. I'm worried about you, Beast; there's a difference." She said this openly, not concealing her concern for him. She smiled a moment later, whispered conspiratorially. "Maybe I'm fussing a little."
She shook her head then, finally addressing the fact that he said he loved her. When she moved, the ends of her hair brushed over his muzzle, and she didn't stop scratching as she spoke. "Why do you say you love me?" she asked, though she knew there was more to their relationship than this moment, knew her feelings were more than they should be somehow. "Do you remember things that aren't now?" she asked after a moment's hesitation.