However it was the velvety lull of her voice coupled with sincerity beneath her touch that seemed to lure him away from the siren's call of despair. Ax's ship did not crash against the rocks. He cranium lifted and when he looked at her his eyes were still as feeble lanterns in the daylight but a new fire was kindling deep within them...their muted intensity building on the premise of renewed spirit.
He wanted to thank her for what was obviously a gesture beyond normal for her. He wanted to forge poetic verse upon his tongue and express to her truly what it meant for her to have reached out. And had he settled on that impulse for more than a second or two he might've actually articulated a half-decent prose...but he was a guy. The mushiness of his heart was gobbled up in a single snap of young pride and his thespian future quieted without anyone ever being called to its witness.
"...you really think my eyes are beautiful?" he murmured with forced girlishness that followed the theme of his batting lashes. Of course he knew she'd said no such thing specifically; but it was not a sentiment he left her room to clarify. Spinning around with a laugh he launched into their neutral grounds and into the unkempt foliage with a bark daring her to catch him if she could.
set by Emy