WYN/BRYN/OPEN | 11:30PM
Wyn closed the distance between him and Bryn, denying himself the pleasure he knew he would receive from holding her close. Why did he have to care so much? Why couldn’t he be content to allow things to stand as they were?
“Is it wrong of me to want something simpler, something a little less complicated?” How could Brynja not see that this dynamic didn’t work; at least not for him. He would always feel as if he had to choose between her and Aerinn; her and the duty he’d been given. He watched those icy blue eyes for the softness he knew they could show, but the fae had her walls up, “I wish I could be as content as you seem to be with the chaos between you and your own blood, but I can’t be, Brynja.”