Wheeling Gull Isle And basically I've gotta know

She only nods, eye winking shut as she clamped down on the roil of emotions roaring in her veins, whitewater and treacherous. It's not that she expected him to rewrite the past, just that she hopes he can understand - love doesn't seem as safe as it once did. 

His words struck muse into her heart, lifted her spirit with a dangerous hope of courage. The Seelie's violet gaze tipped up to his, shining with unspoken vulnerability and timorous seeking. 

Following suit, the dark swath of her muzzle reached up - hovering uncertainly as her breath fans over his lips. Surely he meant what she thought..

The kiss is not igniting nor animalistic in passion - not the hungry, greedy exchange that their reunion might have warranted. It is a gentle brush of her own against his, tender and questioning - a sweet ? awaiting his answer. 

It was the junction of two lost souls, opposites who should not have been but found themselves in each other regardless - the reunion of inevitability, of fate even.