Edin despised the whirlwind of emotions he felt, all of it unfamiliar to him. He had been cool and detached for as long as he could remember. He remembered the cost of his attachments and how it allowed warlords to constantly take advantage of him and have him do their dirty work. He didn’t become such a proficient killer by accident - it had been a devastating curse to mold him into one of the deadliest assassins in the galaxy. He coasted through life on his own terms. He took whatever he wanted from the galaxy and never worried about giving anything back. It had all been so simple. All before he ever used a tiefling to level his shot to pop a bounty. All until he gazed into those golden eyes that forever etched themselves into his mind and heart. All until he felt as if he were the target of a scoped shot instead of him doing the shooting.
The Firrerreo watched the way her tail drooped and there was a visible shift in his posture. His gaze lingered on her, his expression softening as they stood in silence for a long moment. There was nothing but the guttural groans of the undead in the sinkhole. Edin watched in silence as she switched off the bike, his hands drawing away from the bike handles as he watched her demeanor change. Just as she hadn’t seen him withdraw and turn to ice, he hadn’t seen her be anything but her fiery self. Seeing the tail droop and the way her gaze didn’t meet his shattered through whatever walls he put up.
He said nothing when she finally spoke, his gaze still lingering on her. As her eyes turned from his once more, he reached up to gently cup her chin and tilt her face to look at him again. Edin said nothing for a moment, forcing her to look at him, drinking in the sight of her eyes and allowing her to see his own gaze in turn. There was hurt reflected in them both.
“I never want to leave unless you want me to,” Edin said finally after a long moment, “I’m messing up because I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to stay my hand, how to keep my cool like I always do, how to be in control, how to just stop myself from acting when I see you in danger,” He spoke with while still cupping her face, “I don’t know how to be rational when I’m so stupidly in love with you, Amira.”
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