Mudminnow River too sweet for me

"winnie...my father used to call me that." she smiled, a tad bittersweet. "i like it." she hummed gently. there's another painful swell in her chest at his touch; it's gentle, something she selfishly believes is garnered just for her. and she hopes that she's the only receiving it, even though he wasn't hers. 

he'd kill for her? she never condoned violence. had long ago vowed to herself and her people that she wouldn't allow it, should she had stayed to rule kathhara. but she's a different woman now, and...maybe she likes that savage protectiveness he's offering.

she should be frightened, shouldn't she?

"you're talking as if i am yours." she chided him, gently of course. it made the ache all the worse, yet all the more blissful. she wasn't sure if he meant it. she wasn't really his to protect or to warm. is it bad that she wishes to be, or is it just her aching heart that desires him?

"it's your fault, you know. you keep talking to me like that, and—and you're charming. it's almost insufferable." or perhaps she meant insatiable. with a sigh, she shifts to move away, a sad smile on her lips. "my heart doesn't know how to feel, when you're around."