Moonspear fight until i'm gone

as they walked, terance found himself silent, thoughtful. alya probably didn't mean what she said. he hoped he'd just misinterpreted her statement-- he'd done it before. how many times had he been with lyra, feeling a real, genuine connection with her, when in reality there was nothing? too many. maybe this was that. 

but when they were covered by the pines and the underbrush, terance felt(unfortunately) more confident in his ability to read this situation-- especially when she spoke. he didn't respond right away, he was suddenly too busy trying to remind himself who he was with. it was just... too easy to pretend that this wasn't alya, but it was alya, and alya wasn't just some thing... god but it was so easy...

he situated himself, trying to decide if getting a little action was worth all the heart ache tonight-- because he knew it'd come. but, then again, maybe this was a step in the right direction. he needed to get over himself, stop pining over the one girl he wanted-- that didn't want him--maybe this would help. quiet still, he turned to look at her, green gaze moves slowly along the features on her dark face. alya, he reminded himself, over and over. eventually, it didn't seem to foreign... and he wouldn't be hurting anyone... as far as he knew he was far from anyone's minds. except alya-- alya, alya, alya. 

finding words too hard now, terance opted to remain silent. and then, slowly, still deciding as he was moving if this was a good idea or not, he pressed his nose beneath her jaw where it met her neck, sweeping along it to give a soft nip at her ear before retreating. he looked for her gaze again, thousands of questions surfacing-- he hoped she'd answer at least one.