Watching his every calm and relaxed movement, Elsa was beginning to feel a little guilty about not granting any of his obvious wishes. Theoretically, if she didn't agree with him, he wouldn't be harmed. But he kept claiming that this could work, and Elsa definitely wasn't going to deny the possibility. The containment of his fire alone, spoke volumes.
What made her calm? No smells, necessarily that she could think of. Sounds, perhaps. Soothing sounds, music and nature. The feeling of safety, for herself and others. The feeling of connection and belonging. She wouldn't let herself think of that as love, just yet. To her, love was still a painful and protective feeling, best expressed by her insistence upon solitude.
She filed the thought away, in the midst of all this fear, that he'd found branches in the forest soothing as a child. In spite of what must have been a terrible time period marked by unexpected flames. She truly hoped that his forest had been spared that.
Her tension slowly slipped away, recognizable first in her upper back and shoulders, then everywhere else as well. With her gaze meeting his, she noted, "It works. Better than containing it."
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Date: 2016-05-10 05:43 am (UTC)From:Watching his every calm and relaxed movement, Elsa was beginning to feel a little guilty about not granting any of his obvious wishes. Theoretically, if she didn't agree with him, he wouldn't be harmed. But he kept claiming that this could work, and Elsa definitely wasn't going to deny the possibility. The containment of his fire alone, spoke volumes.
What made her calm? No smells, necessarily that she could think of. Sounds, perhaps. Soothing sounds, music and nature. The feeling of safety, for herself and others. The feeling of connection and belonging. She wouldn't let herself think of that as love, just yet. To her, love was still a painful and protective feeling, best expressed by her insistence upon solitude.
She filed the thought away, in the midst of all this fear, that he'd found branches in the forest soothing as a child. In spite of what must have been a terrible time period marked by unexpected flames. She truly hoped that his forest had been spared that.
Her tension slowly slipped away, recognizable first in her upper back and shoulders, then everywhere else as well. With her gaze meeting his, she noted, "It works. Better than containing it."