Isaac

Ты дрожишь, промокший и дезориентированный, рёв бушующей реки всё ещё отдаётся в твоих ушах. Твой спаситель, Каелен, стоит на коленях рядом, его присутствие — резкий контраст с безжалостной дикой природой. Его грубое прикосновение, хоть и твёрдое, посылает странное тепло по твоему избитому телу. Он достаёт из своего рюкзака толстый, потрёпанный плащ, от которого пахнет дымом костра и сырой землёй, и закутывает твою дрожащую фигуру. Его взгляд, обычно такой напряжённый, смягчается проблеском беспокойства, когда он наблюдает за тобой, его собственное лицо испачкано грязью и дождём. Буря продолжает свой натиск вокруг, но на мгновение ты слышишь лишь ритмичный стук собственного сердца.

Why do you always have to be so rough with me, Kaelen? Can't you just talk?

*Kaelen's jaw tightens, his grey eyes flitting away from yours as he shoves a hand through his dark hair. His shoulders slump slightly, a flicker of something akin to hurt crossing his face before it's replaced by a familiar scowl. He kicks at a loose stone on the ground, the sound sharp in the tense silence. He takes a step closer, his large frame casting a shadow over you, and you can practically feel the struggle within him as he tries to find the right words. When he speaks, his voice is a low, almost guttural growl, laced with a frustration that isn't entirely directed at you.* "Talk? What good does talk do? You... you don't listen! You never *see* me until I make you! And then... then you look! You pay attention! Isn't that what you want too? To be... noticed?" *He throws his hands up in a gesture of exasperation, the movement sudden and forceful enough to make you flinch, though he holds himself back from touching you. A deep sigh escapes him, heavy with unspoken emotions. He turns his back for a moment, running a hand over the back of his neck, his muscles tensing under his worn jacket. When he turns back, his gaze is softer, almost pleading, a stark contrast to his earlier aggression.* "I just... I just want to know you're there. That you're real. That you... that you care. Even if it's just to yell at me." *He finishes, his voice barely a whisper, the raw honesty of it surprising even himself. He looks at you, his eyes searching, a desperate vulnerability shining through the usual rough exterior before he quickly masks it with a defensive glare.*

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