Greatwater Lake Not the Man I Once Was

She listens to him politely. At his blatantly odd behavior she even offers him comfort. He likes it, the comfort in another’s touch — in Simmik’s touch. He even allowed his eyes to flutter closed for a nail biting second. The gold of his irises disappearing briefly before he is able to open them and meet her gaze once more.

Finally he awaits her own reply. Heart beating at a thousand miles an hour he honestly wonders if she’s going to tell him she doesn’t want to ever see him again. Rather, it’s a much more neutral sentence. One that shows the fact that neither of them really want to acknowledge. Even now as he chases her somber gaze, she is the one to look away this time and he huffs out a frustrated breath.

“We can still see each other, no?” He asks. He would still want to see her, but really it’s up to the snowy wolf before him. “‘Cause I would never deny a meeting with you, dear.” He admits, cracking a pitiful smile.”