Wild Berry Meadow An avalanche

His touch relaxes, easing back as tension curls over the thief—overwhelmed at last, the dams crack, splitting until hot tears coat her cheeks. He wishes it were his place to pepper her in kisses, to replace tears with laughter. Instead, he watches feeling helpless, unable to grasp what he wants.

There is something on the tip of her tongue, surging against the barriers wanting to break free and yet it seems difficult. Aldric is standing on a thin rope, dangling over the rapids in wait. He does not expect the words she utters. Thinks him a fool for allowing his mind to trick him into thinking a dream is reality.

Golden eyes widen a fraction, staring at the woman who confessed her love for him—a love he never thought would become mutual. His lips hover, for a moment. Heart hammering so fast within his chest that he thinks it might just break free.

Words have never been his forte. They never will be. That is why the shy boy escapes his comfort zone, he gets to his feet in a rush, and all at once attempts to tackle her. Just the tip of his over-fluffy tail wagging behind him. His muzzle buries into the thick of her neck, trying to hide his own embarrassment. (He wants nothing more than to see her eyes upon him again—that feeling he’ll never forget.)  

“Really?” He almost parrots, but bites on the question—selfishly not wishing to allow Nirali the chance to take it back. I, he starts instead, voice surprisingly steady despite how shake-y he feels. have always been yours... will always be. Ever since the day she picked him up off the streets—a lost boy grasping the hand of a girl with a great destiny ahead of her—he’s been doomed.

I love you, he whispers. Ears burning.