Why?
He saw the tears in her eyes, trying to fall. He saw the hurt in her heart, and all he could muster out was, 'Why?'- RobberRedcoat/ FillanEleanor
Templar. She was the enemy, a Templar. He was the- so called- good guy, an Assassin. He had a beating heart, one that was beating with very little emotion. He chose to believe that she did not have a heart; she was emotionless in his eyes and always will be. Sure, she was raised in a loving family unlike him, but it did not make her any more likeable. In fact, it seemed like it made her a spoiled brat instead.
So, why was she standing in front of him and threatening to cry? Was she not supposed to be heartless, emotionless? Was she not supposed to be the one that was so agile that it made him hard to catch her? And, was she not supposed to be thrusting her sharp metal blade into him right then? He was confused, frozen stiff even. Still, he couldn't let his guard down.
The wind blew pass them in a swift gust, almost whipping them in the process. He bit his lower lip, waiting. Waiting for a movement from her, even to snap out her own hidden blade or maybe waiting for her to flee into the darkness that surrounded them. He was not so sure of her intentions anymore, not like he was in the first place. But alas, it was not what he was expecting.
Instead of running away to get away from the scene, she ran up to him and hugged him while digging her head into his chest. His eyes widened, his whole body froze. How… why… he could not even get a complete sentence out, much less a simple word. His mouth would open and close like a fish out of water. No words, nothing. Now, why? She was so determined to get to fight along side her father just a moment ago. Why… was she hugging him tighter than he had ever felt?
He felt his tattered shirt damp and realized the tears she had been holding back were falling. The muffled sobs and other sounds he couldn't comprehend came out of her mouth quickly but lowly.
She didn't want him to know how she was feeling. She confessed out on a whim, just in the middle of their regular arguments. So, he was supposed to be the emotionless one in that scenario. Why did he feel like he had no control over his body then? His arms were wrapping around her waist, snaking their way around her. His head fell gently on top of her own, resting his chin on the top of her brown hair. The faint smell on blueberries invaded his nose and a light smile graced his lips.
He felt himself falling faster then he ever had for this girl, the girl he had loved ever since they had first met. Wasn't he intended to hate her? The muffled sobs grew a little louder and small, delicate hands were clutching at his shirt.
Even if they ere destined to hate each other, he would love her no matter what. And he knew the same applied for her. So, was it possible for them to enjoy the small moment for a while longer before one of them pulls away?
A/N: Just wrote this on a whim. I wasn't really thinking much about the main plot of this and was changing practically everything after re-reading it twice over. This is just to show some support for this lesser known pairing!
~Snowy