Snippet #1745549

When Rohaan touched her shoulder, Constance's eyes drug back up from the ground to meet his. He was right again, she did need to calm down, but for Constance she found it easier just to put things out of her mind and concentrate on others. Easier but perhaps not best. It was always her face that gave it away. The girl had rarely been good at keeping her emotions, her feeling, her anxieties to herself. It was, however, something that seemed to be improving throughout this journey. She was about to shrug it off and say the usual 'I'm fine' when Rohaan's hand came up and touched her cheek.

Constance knew that he was just trying to comfort her. Trying to assure her that things were as they were going to be with or without her presence. With that being known, as soon as he touched her, her eyes fluttered shut and she inhaled a short, sharp breath. This is what she wanted. Him. Comforting her, soothing her, wrapping her in his arms. Right behind that split second of bliss was a moment of sharp, festering pain, like added salt to a fresh wound. Constance knew she couldn't have what she wanted. Knew that it was for the best that way and perhaps easier too. Instead of throwing herself into his arms and covering his jawline in kisses, she put on her best emotionless smile and simply opened her eyes to look toward him again.

After a moment, she then mustered a smile that she hoped was reassuring and convincing all in one. "I'm fine, Ro. Really. No one's getting to me." Except for maybe, you. Of course she was not really fine but fine enough to move on and get done what needed to be done. Or so she thought anyway. "And thank you... I'm not going anywhere, Ro. I'm staying with you."

It was then, looking up at Rohaan, that Constance suddenly did not care anymore of being strong and keeping her emotions hidden. If she was going to be here dealing with all of this, then she did need to be with him. Not lying to him. Suddenly she no longer cared if he did not feel the same. It did not matter at the moment. She just needed him to know how she felt. And in Constance's experience, her actions always spoke louder than her words.

With that conclusion of raced thought, Constance stood on the tips of her toes and conformed her body to Rohaan's. With her hands on each side of his face, she pulled it to hers until their lips met. In that one moment, of pure passion and bold honestly, her mind was only on Rohaan. The undeniable emotions that had been building for him the second he covered her in a blanket the very night he captured her broke free and there was likely no turning back.

There was no more denial. No more holding back. No more lying. No more hunters. No more injured. Just him and her. In that moment, things were perfect.