Though Noah parted, he was pulled back into Elann for another kiss, the second sparked from his first, and then they parted again. With Elann nuzzling into him, the already hot Kelvic was warmed more inwardly, the chill presiding over his heart seeming to thaw as he was filled with a new hope. He hoped it wouldn’t wane and hoped that a new approach to it all could be taken by the both of them. Just like she wanted him to behave in a certain way, he expected the same of her. It would be hard fought given he had not decided to forgive her yet, but he felt his unforgiving attitude wouldn’t turn into a grudge or something more sinister than that even. He believed it would remain, softening as time went on until he felt safe again in her presence, safe in exposing himself in full to her as he had done in the months building up to their initial bonding.

Yes, it was true, she would technically be walking on eggshells because that was how fragile his feelings were at the moment and how easily startled and jarred he could be by what she did. The next days and weeks would be delicate, and if all went well the coming months would be smoother. He still thought about their future in Zeltiva and still thought on the home they wanted to build. Given the funds he had managed to save over the course of three years, he was more than able to buy a home for the both of them, and just living off what she earned in her year’s stay in Syliras. As it were, they had combined their funds and had a trove to spend. The future remained in his mind and it was because of his hope that the picture remained untainted from what was happening in the now. 

Cherishing her closeness, he brought his hand to the back of her head, where it rest in the strands, to hug her in his gimped way. It was in this way he desired to have her, not sexually as she may have wanted, but emotionally and mentally, to be one in such a way was spiritual to him as it was their spirits in which were tied by his bond. Watching her over the past few days he had been attempting to formulate the attraction she yearned for from him, but it was a hard thing to do. Whenever he looked at her, he saw what lay beneath the socially attractive features. Recalling the day he saw her the first time, she had nothing about her that particularly brought him to her but her eyes and how captivating they were.

Her eyes reminded him of the bay Zeltiva sat at the head of, and her smile reminded him of the pressing seafoam the waves made when they were forced up rocks, white and crisp and refreshing. Her hair was dark like the drenched hulls of ships, and the salty smell she brought into the lobby of the complex he was staying at reminded him of the winds that swept through Zeltiva’s streets. Her skin made him think of the sandy beaches, and he was obsessed with them. They were, however, things Elann was seemingly terrified off; the water, the seafoam, and the sand because it was on the coast. Thinking still, he supposed he was attracted to her eyes, hair, skin, and scent because they reminded him of his home.

Most of all though, he was drawn in by the way she greeted him. Though she could only speak in broken Common at the time of their meeting, the way she spoke and carried her words was what he was enthralled by and what was what made him show her her room. Time passed and he was smitten by her kindness, the kindness she showed him because she didn’t know another yet, another who treated her how he did. The foundation in which he fell in love with her with was still there, and he could see it.

Noah cursed himself for being injured because he wanted to do more, he wanted to hold her and show, in action, just how close he held her in both body and mind. Pulling back from their hold, he pressed his lips to hers again. It was a testing peck before he pulled back again to view her with his eyes. As he did, the hold on his bond loosened and let loose his physical pain but deep emotion he held in his entire being for her and only her. As he had said, there would be no one else and there couldn’t be anyone else. There would be no harem of women cajoling for his affection, and she didn’t have to worry about his attentions being sensually given to another woman.

He studied her features, the brilliant eyes, the sand-toned skin, and the dark tresses. He thought on his love for her and let the feelings sit in his gut to be communicated as desire down the silver cord. His desire to her wasn’t passionate and ever-flowing, it was a deep sense of yearning akin to the yearn he felt whenever she pulled on their bond, summoning him. His want was evident in his eyes and in his bond flowing with his emotional energy. To cement the longing he felt, the hand in her hair trailed down to smooth over the curve in her body, her waist, and rested in the slope for a reaction.