Post by Graham Ozette on Feb 9, 2010 18:37:47 GMT -5
Graham continued to smile as Hayley told him that he hadn’t disappointed her by his response, though inwardly the subtle smile had turned into a full-on beam. The fact that he could sense himself getting closer to this woman by the minute set his soul alight, but it simply wasn’t him to start bouncing around and get all giggly. If she could feel what he felt, though, see what he saw, then she would know just how much she already meant to him. He laughed a little as she continued and leaned towards her, closing the height distance once more so that their communication wasn’t interrupted by the loud music. “Definitely the latter,” he told her with as much sincerity as he could put into his low, understated voice.
He huffed a laugh as his imprintee reassured him that subtle wasn’t necessarily a good thing. He was kind of glad she thought that, because he was hardly a normal guy. Firstly he was a werewolf, not too unusual on the Rez, but his age was. It meant that he hung around with boys almost ten years his junior and he had to trust them with his life.
“Glad to hear there might be a better use for me,” he quipped as she told him that he was made for better things than a bodyguard. He would happily be and do anything for her; he knew that with his entire being. He continued to dance with her, having eyes for only her, and put a hand forward to shift a strand of hair that flicked across her face with the motion of their movement. Although this wasn’t usually his thing, he found that he was having a lot of fun just being there with Hayley and moving with the music, really feeling that they were more in sync than just by the beat that permeated around them. “I could get used to this.”
He huffed a laugh as his imprintee reassured him that subtle wasn’t necessarily a good thing. He was kind of glad she thought that, because he was hardly a normal guy. Firstly he was a werewolf, not too unusual on the Rez, but his age was. It meant that he hung around with boys almost ten years his junior and he had to trust them with his life.
“Glad to hear there might be a better use for me,” he quipped as she told him that he was made for better things than a bodyguard. He would happily be and do anything for her; he knew that with his entire being. He continued to dance with her, having eyes for only her, and put a hand forward to shift a strand of hair that flicked across her face with the motion of their movement. Although this wasn’t usually his thing, he found that he was having a lot of fun just being there with Hayley and moving with the music, really feeling that they were more in sync than just by the beat that permeated around them. “I could get used to this.”