ConquererMan
Prophet of a Dead God
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Ante assured Seri, chuckling softly. Slowly he drew his thumb across the reddened cheeks, tracing a line to Seri's temple. His finger tips lingered there for a moment before he let his hand fall away. The warmth he'd stolen faded a brief moment later, and he tucked his hand under his leg- fearing the hunger that gnawed distantly at him. He would settle for holding hands. Ever fearful and alert if Seri would push him away again.
"I appreciate it, I really do," he replied, letting his gaze fall to the floor. His head weighed heavy with rampant thoughts; of his mother and sisters, of the tragedy that was playing out across the city, of his dream and robed man from the square. The most important thought in that moment though was Seri. It was hard to sift through all the emotions swirling in his chest, but having someone there made it easier to do so.
"Just don't put yourself in danger, I mean I know you're way too smart to do that for someone like me, but still I'd feel bad if I didn't say something to that effect," he added with a weak laugh. "I can live with being a popsicle for a bit longer."
"I appreciate it, I really do," he replied, letting his gaze fall to the floor. His head weighed heavy with rampant thoughts; of his mother and sisters, of the tragedy that was playing out across the city, of his dream and robed man from the square. The most important thought in that moment though was Seri. It was hard to sift through all the emotions swirling in his chest, but having someone there made it easier to do so.
"Just don't put yourself in danger, I mean I know you're way too smart to do that for someone like me, but still I'd feel bad if I didn't say something to that effect," he added with a weak laugh. "I can live with being a popsicle for a bit longer."