- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
- Location
- Canada
Thorkell had not been inclined to further discuss his mother. Her descent into madness had been a trying time in his life, and had catapulted him into the life of a raider far earlier than most would have. Perhaps it had been helpful to him, to have survived all of it, and been made to find glory almost his entire life. But it had cost him his mother, his last few years as a child. He felt it then, the pang of heimthra again, but he pressed it away. He couldn't let himself dwell on that.
When she spoke again as he advanced on her, it was a curious choice to him. It almost sounded like she was making an excuse, more to herself than to him, vocalizing why she was not in the wrong to be wanting this, to be accepting of what was very likely an obvious outcome. He stepped close to her, bringing them close enough that they were almost touching. Memories of how they'd stood like this before came flooding back, remembering the times that they'd faced one another down, neither willing to give an inch, showing that they would not be cowed by the other, and he felt that same thing now, but changed. One of his hands came up to gently touch the side of her face, the rough callous there contrasting with her soft, temple reared skin.
He kept his gaze on her eyes, not speaking, not wanting to break the mounting tension of feelign that building between them. it was all coming to a head now, adn he knew that he likely wouldn't be able to restrain his actions if he didn't stop now. But he didn't want to stop, didn't want to restrain himself. And the look in her eyes made it look very much like she didn't want him to either. Thorkell leaned down, bringing his face closer to hers, still giving her every chance to break away from him, and brought his lips to hers.
When she spoke again as he advanced on her, it was a curious choice to him. It almost sounded like she was making an excuse, more to herself than to him, vocalizing why she was not in the wrong to be wanting this, to be accepting of what was very likely an obvious outcome. He stepped close to her, bringing them close enough that they were almost touching. Memories of how they'd stood like this before came flooding back, remembering the times that they'd faced one another down, neither willing to give an inch, showing that they would not be cowed by the other, and he felt that same thing now, but changed. One of his hands came up to gently touch the side of her face, the rough callous there contrasting with her soft, temple reared skin.
He kept his gaze on her eyes, not speaking, not wanting to break the mounting tension of feelign that building between them. it was all coming to a head now, adn he knew that he likely wouldn't be able to restrain his actions if he didn't stop now. But he didn't want to stop, didn't want to restrain himself. And the look in her eyes made it look very much like she didn't want him to either. Thorkell leaned down, bringing his face closer to hers, still giving her every chance to break away from him, and brought his lips to hers.