Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

Midar's first words are soothing, at least superficially, but the effect is dulled by his next assertion. His stomach twists uncomfortably at the words you're mine, and he recalls the day they'd fought at the cliffs, ears flattening further. Don't — stop saying that. I don't belong to anyone, This time the words slip from him before he can stop them, and his face flushes with heat as he realizes the way it could be perceived. He isn't trying to contradict himself; he truly does want this relationship, but he is uncomfortable with the idea of being owned. He knows himself well enough to admit that he is naturally submissive, inclined toward the path of least resistance more often than not — but the thought of another claiming him in such an intimate way makes his skin crawl. Besides — And — I don't think you know what you're getting into.