He couldn’t stand to hear those words anymore. I’m sorry. Not from her, not because of this. He didn’t want to see her cry anymore. There was nothing he could say, though….she didn’t believe him. He never had lied to her…..and he wasn’t now, but how to prove it was beyond him. His actions had always been the proof, but he was fighting his natural inclinations now, trying to give her what she said she wanted. Trying to just stand here and be here and nothing more as she said she couldn’t trust him, didn’t know what to do.
There had been one time, long, long ago, when Boreas had tried to win with words. He’d failed. He’d had to resort to his usual way of using force and taking what he wanted……or at least, using force to prove he was not going to give up. That had gained him Orithyia.
Though…..she had trusted him then. She had known that she could. Somehow.
Now, she was holding onto him again, scared again, asking questions again. Boreas was looking down into her wide eyes, filled with tears again. He had been angry that first time….now he was just lost. He raised a hand to her cheek to brush away the wetness there, but found himself cupping her cheek, unable to stop or look away.
In the next moment he was kissing her, trying to let her know what he didn’t know how to say. He was not going to force it on her, but it was all he do. When he realized it, when he remembered what he was doing and what she said she wanted, he stopped, though he was still holding her to him.
“What do you want from me?” he asked softly, much the way he’d asked her long ago.