Words of the Night

IV

Arya remembers the feeling of Eragon's arms around her. Her heart still aches for their masters, but at the same time, it flutters with joy every time she thinks of the boy who held her through the loss.

Endlessly, she feels the void inside her. It began forming when her father died, when her relationship with her mother withered, when Fäolin and Glenwig passed. Years of pain and despair slowly fed it, until it expanded and filled most of her being.

Now, the void pulsed with the newly acquired pain - the loss of Oromis and Glaedr. The old dragon remained inside the eldunarí, and Arya couldn't pretend to understand his pain.

A flicker of emotion, not exactly joyous, but not sad either, burned inside her every time she remembered the dreadful day. It wasn't only the pride of killing a Shade, no.

Arya liked to be straightforward with herself, just as with anybody else (as much as an elf can be, really). It didn't take her a long time to figure out what the source of her happiness was. She felt ashamed by it, as she felt it was not pure to find any kind of joy in such a situation, but she couldn't help herself.

She liked the feeling of Eragon's arms around her.

The embrace they shared was not induced by anything romantic, it was just her immediate reaction to the accumulated pain finally finding an escape way out of her.

However, the more she thought about it, she found that Eragon really didn't feel like just a friend anymore. If he died... If he died, she would feel like the world was doomed, but only because he was the last hope of all free races of Alagaësia. She would miss him greatly.

Heaving a sigh Arya curled in on herself, enjoying the warmth of her temporary bed.

She could never tell Eragon how she longed for the touch of his arms again. How safe she felt in him warmth, how well his chest supported her. He was a man now, a young but wise man. And while Arya saw him transform both physically and mentally, this was the first time she allowed herself to see how appealing his physical attributes actually were. It was strange to admit, but Eragon was actually... Handsome.

Not to mention kind. Wise. Understanding. Fair. Peaceful. Lively. Determined. Strong. Honest. Gentle. Loving. Caring.

Eragon was more she'd deserve, and Arya couldn't tell him, although it hurt her, just how much she would like to let him cease the void in her soul.

Hey, this something a little different. More Arya and Eragon? I take requests!