Bran Cornick: The Man Behind The Marrok

Cold

Okay so little disclaimer, this isnt in flow of what i am writing this is purely spur of the moment and i will probably move it around into the story somewhere but i have to build up to the romance first, i like steps. This is purely for me because i love this song and i can imagine this scene so vividly i just had to write it down. enjoy.

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Kats POV

Feeling more rattled than she could possibly express verbally. she hastily made her way to the room that was now serving as her dance studio. Taking deep and calming breathes. trying to calm the sting of rejection, she quickly changed into her skintight leotard. She was going to express her pain in a non violent manner. Just because she was now a beast did not mean she had to act out like one.

She went over to the stereo that was made to flood the room entirely with the music of her choice. She scrolled through the songs she had programmed into the Ipod attached to it. Finding the perfect song, a song she had heard in a movie which had made her feel pain and tears and deep sadness and loss. Perfect.

As the song began to play she closed her eyes and felt the music, and the soft somber voice of singers. God and his priests and his kings.... She stretched up on her toes and moved to the flow of the music, twirling slowly, dipping, leaping with no plan of motion, just letting the music flow through her. Sing for the Lion and Lamb... Her movements were slow and deliberate, letting the words sink into her soul as she felt the song becoming a part of her body. Even they feel the coold.... as the song came to an end she ended on her knees, with her arms wrapped around herself.

Bran's POV

Bran felt like shit. He had pushed her away. Why couldn't he just let himself love? He just couldn't make himself let down his carefully constructed walls and he had hurt her because of it. Her hasty retreat and the obvious pooling of tears in her eyes were his fault. His. Fault. He stood for a few moments then began to pace, his wolfs restlessness rubbing off on him. Dammit. he usually had better control than this. Just when he could no longer stand it he heard music. Sad somber, slow music and he felt his wolf begin to calm. It was Kat's effect as an Omega, one she did not have a handle on quite yet.

He found himself following the sound of the music to find its source in the studio. The door was slightly cracked and he pushed it open to see Kat moving to the music in such a graceful and flowing manner that he was stunned. He stood standing there, his wolf now completely asleep and the man stared in awe at the sight of her. Her lithe body in a tight black leotard, flowing like water to the somber notes that poured out of the sound system.

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I am pretty much going to leave it there. I dont know what I want to do with this scene but i needed to put it somewhere. Tell me what you think