In some ways, Skellig is grateful for the less frenetic pace of her movements, because it allows him to tamp down the slowly-rising (but oddly in this instance, not negative or full of panic?) instinct of fight or flight that is bubbling underneath the surface of his energy in this moment.
If he were to choose 'fight', it would be to fight FOR her, for the right to claim her as his own, as his mate, his dragon, his lover. If he were to choose 'flight', it would be a flight TO her, to take her into his arm and grab hold of her tightly, perhaps whisk them both off to a location far away where they could simply be themselves, wild and feral as their minds (or at least, his mind) wish to be in this moment.
He may not understand the words, but the meaning is clear enough from the look in her eyes, the way she keeps her focus locked on his gaze, the feelings he can sense pulsating beneath the tone of her words as she sings to him.
Skellig does not trust himself to speak in this moment - doesn't even know if his mind remembers how to speak, in this moment. So he does not. But he can still breathe, so his lungs are still working, and as she repeats a 'verse' of the song he picks up the melody and hums the low parts very softly, almost as if in response.
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Date: 2024-07-01 11:53 pm (UTC)If he were to choose 'fight', it would be to fight FOR her, for the right to claim her as his own, as his mate, his dragon, his lover. If he were to choose 'flight', it would be a flight TO her, to take her into his arm and grab hold of her tightly, perhaps whisk them both off to a location far away where they could simply be themselves, wild and feral as their minds (or at least, his mind) wish to be in this moment.
He may not understand the words, but the meaning is clear enough from the look in her eyes, the way she keeps her focus locked on his gaze, the feelings he can sense pulsating beneath the tone of her words as she sings to him.
Skellig does not trust himself to speak in this moment - doesn't even know if his mind remembers how to speak, in this moment. So he does not. But he can still breathe, so his lungs are still working, and as she repeats a 'verse' of the song he picks up the melody and hums the low parts very softly, almost as if in response.