Coalescence Book I - Chapter 3 - Comfort
Chapter 3 - Comfort
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Mistakes were made again. I had terrified him. I had no ears to hear his screams but I had felt them to my core. I had felt him grab my arm to fight me. He had been afraid. Great shame hit me. I had not felt this before. I had caused him pain that I had not intended. Pulling myself out of him was a slow process, I had tried to hold him still so I could finally reveal myself. So I could finally meet the one who gives me life. The one who I am so deeply and intricately connected to. My human.
I could not read his mind, at least not at first. Not fully. Nothing complete. Until now it had been mostly emotions, but I was desperate to find a way to tell him I was not going to hurt him. That is the furthest from what I want. I wished to touch him, to comfort him. He was hurting and I could only sit back and watch. I was done sitting, I was done observing, he needed more. I needed more. Wolf. I didn't get many words, but one kept slipping through, along with some faint images. Werewolf? Was that what I was? Images of furred arms, a large, dark frame and a drooling, fang filled muzzle were jumbled but they kept standing out to me. Mostly because he seemed to fear it, fear the monster that was this 'werewolf'. Fear.. me?
It hurt. That he would fear me. I tried to send thoughts back to him, emotions back to him.. but I could not seem to figure out how to get through to him. My human didn't seem to be able to feel me like I could feel him. The only way was going to be to pull myself into his world again. Take physical form and.. And what? Would we be able to understand each other? Would he scream and run? What if our link broke? Once more I was afraid. My human felt small bits of fear sometimes, exhilarating fear, and he seemed to push right through it to overcome it, it was my turn to do the same. I needed to comfort my human.
He waited for a long time, I felt strings of thoughts and emotions, I couldn't understand most, but he was thinking about me. Or about what he believed I could be. There was doubt. Doubt in my existence. Doubt in himself. It was time, time to prove I was real. To him and to myself. I needed to do this slowly. Carefully. I waited until he was relaxed, or as relaxed as he seemed to be willing to get. My claws extended from his stubby nails, my fingers lifted from inside of his. I couldn't see his reaction, but I could feel he hadn't noticed me yet. Slowly, gently I took his hand and just.. held it. It seemed the most genuine, non threatening gesture I could think of without my full body being out. I needed him to let me come out completely, so I wrapped his hand in mine. It felt small, fragile almost.. until he began to panic again.
Slim fingers from his other hand grabbed mine tight in reaction, I could feel him yanking and trying to pry grip off but I was stronger. His emotions were going wild, but I simply held his hand and waited. He would stop trying to break my grip eventually when he felt I was not hurting him. It seemed I was right after only a few minutes had passed and he let go, just breathing heavily and staring at my hand. I believe he was speaking out loud but I had no ears with which to hear him. So I grew them. I wouldn't extend my whole face yet, I just let my ears slide out. He wouldn't even notice them. I got to hear his voice for the first time. My human.