Silver Lining

[3]

After her brief check up with Moonflower [who was doing wonderfully, she could've sworn that she was going to outgrow the little place she occupied], she visited Viggo, thankfully when Ryker had already decided to leave the hut for the night. They apparently had some important meetings together at times, this one was probably to discuss a course of action against the Dragon Riders.

He seemed a little curious as she passed him, wary even as he watched her go in the direction he just came from, but she knew that everyone would eventually find out that Viggo somewhat had someone on his arm, and that their healer was seeing him more often than she should. But for now, she'd enjoy the cluelessness of the Hunters.

Although it was always worth it, her time spent with Viggo was rather short this time around. He was attentive, but she noticed how much rougher he seemed to be, as if something had pissed him off. 

But she knew better than to ask when he had a hand around her throat.

After they were both satisfied, she expected him to order her away for some privacy. He was quiet, most words slipping out when he thought she wouldn't hear them, so she believed she was upset with her or someone else. But the time never came, and he only wordlessly pulled her closer.

She faced him, fingers tracing his neck in the same place as that morning. He sighed, his eyes closing at the touch. It was weird, as if they were beginning to meld into a sort of domesticity. And he just let her treat it like it was just that, even though they've done nothing but laid together and talked that little time in between. [name] never thought much of it, and now she had the time to truly indulge herself in said thoughts.

Maybe he needed a source of comfort? Not everyone can stand the weight of the world alone, most need something to hold onto. Friends, family, or even inanimate objects or preoccupied ideals, they were all things people tended to attach themselves to. She could have just been one of those things, though maybe he only wanted her to release his stresses of the day.

Perhaps they could just talk about it, but she figured he didn't want to confront any feelings he had on the matter, or even the matter itself. He might have wanted to cut off any loose strings that were beginning to thread between them.

"Your thoughts are rather loud tonight," he yawned, opening his eyes to glance at her. "Care to tell what may be keeping you up so late?"

"Oh, it truly is nothing important," she admitted. "I was only thinking of the recent--"

"Apologies for interrupting," he began, before taking the hand that was on his neck and pressing a kiss to it. "But I am quite sure you are beyond lying to me."

She paused to recollect her thoughts, and to hopefully word her concerns properly. "Why me?"

"Pardon?"

"Why choose me?" She repeated, a little more firmly. "You could most likely have anyone you wanted, and yet you chose me. Do I not bore you?"

"I meant what I said that night," he said. "You are one, if not the most, fascinating people I have ever met, and I'm sure there is much more to learn about and from you."

She hesitated in continuing, but she asked her main question. "Then what would you call our current... situation?"

"I tend not to dwell on labels, they create various issues left to be resolved," he responded, but upon seeing her face turn in disappointment, he rethought his words. "But you may call it whatever you wish. If you would like to call it a relationship, I won't stop you."

"But you are not going to call it such, are you?"

Viggo inspected her expression, noticing how harsh it came off. "Various inquiries you have tonight, my dear. I don't believe I'm prepared enough to have anyone on my arm, or at least quite yet. You understand, don't you?"