Sun Mote Copse A runaway once more

She could not read each thought running through his mind, but she could read the emotions written upon his face. Fury darkened his eyes, turmoil running through the sea-colored depths. That anger against the woman she used to call 'Alpha'. She paused at the intensity of his gaze as it turned to something more protective; possesive, her mind coming to a complete stop. She had never had anyone look at her in this way. She fought the urge to look down at her paws; his fervent gaze tugging at the strings of her heart. The fae did not know what love was like, nor had she ever imagined she would be in a situation like this. With her family, it had never been about love - but dictatorship and loyalty.

She fought the urge to step away from the burning heat in her side as he pressed against her in a comforting fashion. She needed to think, now fall prey to her whimsy. Taking a large gulp of air, she calmed herself. Think Feyre. What are you going to do now? Where will you -no- we go? She paused as she felt his gaze assess her well-being, allowing herself to meet his eyes once more. We. Fleeting thoughts made their way through her mind; fanciful thoughts.

Heat rushed to her ivory face and she tore her amber eyes away from his, peering down upon her flaxen paws in concentration. I'm so screwed. My gods, she could not even think logically around this man. She cleared her throat briefly. Right. Back to the whole: "putting myself in danger" thing. She shook her head ever so slightly, as if she could physically clear her thoughts. "It's a dangerous world Embry." She let her voice naturally lilt at his name, nearly purring out the consonants. Really? "Its a dangerous world", thats your attempt at lightening the mood? Her thoughts seemed to overide her, mocking her own attempts at wiping the concern off her face. 

She let a wry grin mold across her features, "You know, I think I can handle myself." She released a breathy chuckle before a stricken look struck her expression. She closed her eyes for a moment to keep them from watering at the pain lashing at her ribcage. It seemed as though her injuries were determined to remind her that they were still very fresh. She found herself leaning heavily onto Embry for those few paralyzing seconds, a complete rebute of her words. Sure, she was independent and strong-willed, but there are times when she required someone to help her. As it seemed, that time was now.