Honey coloured eyes twitched once when the female started walking towards him, her face a threat. The Tia managed to remain motionless like a rock, unyielding to her proximity, albeit he could also feel a small sweat drop forming on his forehead.
A very uncomfortable silence ruled the scene for eternal seconds, in which K'nahli seemed to wordlessly play with the Tia's tortured mind. He used the chance to look into her eyes, into the fire he'd always found there-- the few times he'd dared to look, of course. There was something mesmerizingly indescribable about K'nahli's gaze. It was like a door; a beautiful, fierce, completely sealed door that kept everyone -albeit not everything- at bay.
Everyone but him, for it'd been the coldness in her eyes what made him notice her that day, many years ago.
Many years ago...
"And tell me true... do you love me?"
The world turned deaf and mute at those words. Surprise, confusion, embarrassment. Everything was reflected in K'rahto's face at once. Sounds abandoned him, his tongue wouldn't move. He could just stare at her, like a perfectly useless Tia, overwhelmed by a huntress.
Now, how was he supposed to answer such a complicated and menacing question? He was good at feeling and being controlled by his own emotions, but eloquence had never been his friend. So much that he still found himself unable to say anything as seconds kept passing.
Memories from the last time something similar happened to him came to his mind; he could almost taste the disappointment and disdain in K'nahli's face. No-- K'rahto wouldn't wait for her back to be turned to him again. He had to give her a piece of her mind. Now.
"I..."
He tried, and that felt like the most difficult thing he'd ever done. Then again, confessing for the first time had also been. Inhaling deeply and tightening his fits, K'rahto turned his own annoyance, his own frustration into the fuel he needed.
"The Nunh can have every other huntress in the world," he finally said, his tone murderous and full of venom. "But you... You..."
The look in K'nahli's eyes stole his breath once more. K'rahto's expression changed again, losing a part of his aggressiveness. He found himself staring at her with something akin surprise, lost into that he'd never have. Her.
Words simply came out then. They sounded like a realization, strangely calm and honest. And wrong.
"I'd kill for you, K'nahli Yohko..."
A very uncomfortable silence ruled the scene for eternal seconds, in which K'nahli seemed to wordlessly play with the Tia's tortured mind. He used the chance to look into her eyes, into the fire he'd always found there-- the few times he'd dared to look, of course. There was something mesmerizingly indescribable about K'nahli's gaze. It was like a door; a beautiful, fierce, completely sealed door that kept everyone -albeit not everything- at bay.
Everyone but him, for it'd been the coldness in her eyes what made him notice her that day, many years ago.
Many years ago...
"And tell me true... do you love me?"
The world turned deaf and mute at those words. Surprise, confusion, embarrassment. Everything was reflected in K'rahto's face at once. Sounds abandoned him, his tongue wouldn't move. He could just stare at her, like a perfectly useless Tia, overwhelmed by a huntress.
Now, how was he supposed to answer such a complicated and menacing question? He was good at feeling and being controlled by his own emotions, but eloquence had never been his friend. So much that he still found himself unable to say anything as seconds kept passing.
Memories from the last time something similar happened to him came to his mind; he could almost taste the disappointment and disdain in K'nahli's face. No-- K'rahto wouldn't wait for her back to be turned to him again. He had to give her a piece of her mind. Now.
"I..."
He tried, and that felt like the most difficult thing he'd ever done. Then again, confessing for the first time had also been. Inhaling deeply and tightening his fits, K'rahto turned his own annoyance, his own frustration into the fuel he needed.
"The Nunh can have every other huntress in the world," he finally said, his tone murderous and full of venom. "But you... You..."
The look in K'nahli's eyes stole his breath once more. K'rahto's expression changed again, losing a part of his aggressiveness. He found himself staring at her with something akin surprise, lost into that he'd never have. Her.
Words simply came out then. They sounded like a realization, strangely calm and honest. And wrong.
"I'd kill for you, K'nahli Yohko..."
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
