Azar took a seat on her trapeze and swung slowly, letting her toes brush the floor as she swung. The boy is important to Sarkan. Why is he important to him? He's just some brat from outside…Azar heard someone leave the bataclan and sighed. "I'm not hungry Ilkin," she growled.
"I doubt anyone would be hungry after the accident Ilkin described to me. He asked me to tell you that not eating counts as stupidity." Azar twisted about in surprise to Sarkan standing a few feet away, watching her. He smirked as Azar muttered several uncomplimentary things about the Charivari leader, drifting over to stand in front of her, careful to stay within her line of sight.
Azar narrowed her eyes. "I'm not a fragile little flower Sarkan. You won't scare me by standing closer."
Sarkan raised an eyebrow and between one breath and the next, he was there, sliding long fingers around the back of her neck, steadying her as she jerked back. "Scared were you?" he murmured. He smirked as he felt Azar's neck heat up with an embarrassed blush under his hand. He savored the contact for a moment before starting to slide back.
It was Sarkan's turn to be surprised when Azar slid off her trapeze, curling her hands around his arms to keep him from moving away. He stilled, staring down at her. She met his gaze, determination glinting in her eyes. "I wasn't. Scared," she said.
"Fair enough," he replied, inclining his head, deepening the motion a little more than he usually did. Azar's grip tightened on his arms; he knew the action was too close to a bow for her comfort. He gently removed her hands and stepped back. "You were never startled by my touch before," his voice was soft, regret audible. "You enjoyed it, wanted it. I will not…impose myself upon you unless you desire it."
Part of Azar melted into a puddle of goo. She merely flushed, looking down. Even now, a small part of her wanted to step forward and curl around him, breathe in his familiar scent and the feel of his suit. Not yet, she told herself. But soon. Maybe.
AN: And Azar and Sarkan started drifting towards each other again. Azar wants to still be with Sarkan, she just can't understand why Cyrus is so important.