Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 16, 2007 5:39:47 GMT -5
The tension he may have imagined fell away as she touched him, and he felt some unusual urge to protect her. He did not know why, he did not even really know how, but no-one Dylan had ever talked to had explained emotions as being simple. Almost resigning to the complicated nature of his feelings, but not quite, his arms imitated her actions and found themselves protecting her the only way that he could probably current manage. Exhaling slowly, he relaxed considerably as she rested against him and a hand began to run up and down the upper part of her arm, tracing its way lightly over the material that covered her skin.
His hand ceased moving as she spoke. Worrying slightly about her comments, he wondered what could make her say such things. How could he ever forget? Feeling her hold on him intensify, he pulled her up gently. "D'rorah..." he began quietly, trailing off as he looked into her tear-filled eyes. Pulling her close, he embraced her fiercly, never wanting to let go for fear that she might leave him. The impact of such a thing, he surmised, would be disastrous. In the short space of time that he had come to know D'rorah, he had befriended her. He had liked her. He had loved her.
Dylan had never loved anyone before, not like this. Dylan had never been in love before, but there was always a time for firsts. It appeared the current relationship he shared with her was full of firsts. Not withdrawing an inch from her, he rested his head on her shoulder. "I know, Dee." His quiet reply was in response to both her initial, slightly rhetorical question, and her second comment. Everything had indeed been very confusing of late. "I would not forget," he whispered, hating that she had said such a thing. The idea of her leaving... Dylan could hardly bare the thought, let along what may happen if it should truly come to pass.
Pulling back slightly, his arms still remained wrapped around her and his eyes gazed into her own. He longed to say some romantic comment, some undeniably cute and loving remark. But every one that came to mind were for the foolish, for those who could not see past today. Things changed in life, people changed. One could not promise oneself to another forever, it was simply impractical and certainly something that most would never live up to. He was not one to instill false hope, to say something for the sake of saying it. Every word, every sentence, must have a meaning for Dylan, one that was true to the letter.
Settling, in the end, for what he honestly though, he hoped that were enough. He was glad, at least, that D'rorah was not some foolish young girl, expecting more than she would receive. She knew what was what, and that was a part of what allured him to her. "I could never forget," he said quietly, his eyes focused on hers. "I don't know what tomorrow might bring, but we will always have the memories of yesterday, and we will always have today."
He could think of many instances in which they may be separated, tomorrow or the next day. A war was never to be taken lightly and casualties were inevitable. Dylan was never one to believe that it would simply happen to everyone else. He knew, better than most, that he was still one of the people that could get hurt. Despite all of this, he knew what he felt, and he knew that it was real. He would not shun his feelings, for he truly believed that they could make him stronger. It was true that they could be a weakness, but they could also be the strongest motivation in the world.
Not entirely sure how to phrase what he knew was in his heart, he attempted to convey it through his eyes, the words acting only as support. "I think I've fallen in love with you, D'rorah." He had never been in love before, but he imagined this was what it must be like. "So do not cry, my love," he added quietly, smiling lovingly at her.
His hand came to rest on her jaw, his fingers simply residing underneath it and his thumb stroking her cheek lightly. Moving his hand up slightly, he wiped away her tears as if to remove all of the negative feelings she was harbouring.
His hand ceased moving as she spoke. Worrying slightly about her comments, he wondered what could make her say such things. How could he ever forget? Feeling her hold on him intensify, he pulled her up gently. "D'rorah..." he began quietly, trailing off as he looked into her tear-filled eyes. Pulling her close, he embraced her fiercly, never wanting to let go for fear that she might leave him. The impact of such a thing, he surmised, would be disastrous. In the short space of time that he had come to know D'rorah, he had befriended her. He had liked her. He had loved her.
Dylan had never loved anyone before, not like this. Dylan had never been in love before, but there was always a time for firsts. It appeared the current relationship he shared with her was full of firsts. Not withdrawing an inch from her, he rested his head on her shoulder. "I know, Dee." His quiet reply was in response to both her initial, slightly rhetorical question, and her second comment. Everything had indeed been very confusing of late. "I would not forget," he whispered, hating that she had said such a thing. The idea of her leaving... Dylan could hardly bare the thought, let along what may happen if it should truly come to pass.
Pulling back slightly, his arms still remained wrapped around her and his eyes gazed into her own. He longed to say some romantic comment, some undeniably cute and loving remark. But every one that came to mind were for the foolish, for those who could not see past today. Things changed in life, people changed. One could not promise oneself to another forever, it was simply impractical and certainly something that most would never live up to. He was not one to instill false hope, to say something for the sake of saying it. Every word, every sentence, must have a meaning for Dylan, one that was true to the letter.
Settling, in the end, for what he honestly though, he hoped that were enough. He was glad, at least, that D'rorah was not some foolish young girl, expecting more than she would receive. She knew what was what, and that was a part of what allured him to her. "I could never forget," he said quietly, his eyes focused on hers. "I don't know what tomorrow might bring, but we will always have the memories of yesterday, and we will always have today."
He could think of many instances in which they may be separated, tomorrow or the next day. A war was never to be taken lightly and casualties were inevitable. Dylan was never one to believe that it would simply happen to everyone else. He knew, better than most, that he was still one of the people that could get hurt. Despite all of this, he knew what he felt, and he knew that it was real. He would not shun his feelings, for he truly believed that they could make him stronger. It was true that they could be a weakness, but they could also be the strongest motivation in the world.
Not entirely sure how to phrase what he knew was in his heart, he attempted to convey it through his eyes, the words acting only as support. "I think I've fallen in love with you, D'rorah." He had never been in love before, but he imagined this was what it must be like. "So do not cry, my love," he added quietly, smiling lovingly at her.
His hand came to rest on her jaw, his fingers simply residing underneath it and his thumb stroking her cheek lightly. Moving his hand up slightly, he wiped away her tears as if to remove all of the negative feelings she was harbouring.