Meddling Fate {Nimue}

[Nimue]

To hear that Micah’s opinion of her had not changed after her admission had the femme breathing out a quiet sigh of relief. She’d been certain that she would have seen scorn, anger, or disgust upon his features – but instead there was a gentleness, and a sense of understanding. And she realized perhaps it was because he felt the same way that she did, too. She loved Kairos – her parents were there, her siblings, and it had been her first home. But she hadn’t wanted the fearsome pack to define her when she’d struck out on her own, and with Micah it seemed as if it couldn’t have mattered less.

His teasing question followed and she relaxed further and Nimue grinned, unable to resist returning a playful question of her own. ”You aren’t having doubts already, now are you?” She asked, quirking a brow before laughing, letting the comfort that she felt in his presence show. ”I think that you’re…well, wonderful. You’re kind, you’re charming, you actually listen to me even when I’m blabbering – and trust me, that’s a feat.” She grinned, nudging her shoulder against his gently before still, simply allowing her side to touch his for a moment as she inhaled his scent, committing it firmly to her memory.

”You’re unlike any of the males I’ve met before,” she told him, her voice sincere and serious as she pulled back to gaze at him, her tail wagging slowly at her haunches. She cared little for how silly or girlish she might have seemed in that moment, and perhaps it was because a part of her already knew that Micah would not see her that way. After a brief pause the devilish glint returned to her eyes, and she let her cornflower blue gaze rake over him as she added, ”And you being handsome certainly helps, as well.”

Micah

[Micah]

The fact that she was so open and honest about her opinion of him made heat creep up the ebony brute's cheeks. It wasn't often that he found himself so affected by words, but this was not a normal situation. He really and truly cared about what Nimue thought about him. Just the fact that she thought that he was different made a warm feeling spread through his chest. "Doubts? Not a one." If he ever had any doubts he never would have stayed in this place. It was the simple fact that he saw a future for himself here that he decided to stay, being with her was just a very pleasant side effect of that decision. He didn't want to push her for more than she could offer, but even the smallest slightest chance to be her friend was good enough in his book. Besides it beat whatever punishment awaited him if he returned to Valyn. Had Amara still been alive he would have gotten hell for being gone so long, but she was not alive anymore. The story was that she had simply disappeared, but Micah assumed that it was the polite way for people to say that she was dead. It was a part of life plain and simple, no matter how much it hurt.

"I feel the same Nimue. You are so unlike anyone that I have ever met." Brave and sweet, an obvious leader who took the time to show him across her borders. There was no one else that he could ever compare her to. "I could listen to your voice all day, blabbering or not. You are spectacular." Micah felt safe and comfortable here with her. He could tell her anything, no matter how embarrassed he made himself. "You think I am handsome do you? Well I am only as handsome as you are beautiful." He grinned at her before nipping at her fur. Whatever was happening between them felt right. He didn't feel awkward or out of place with her. She made him feel like he had found a home that he could grow to love.



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