Drakari wasn't sure what surprised him more. His reaction to her or her reaction to him. A large part of his mind kept telling him:<span style="font-style: italic">she should hate you, she's seen the blood on your hands, no one could love you. Everyone betrays. She will be no better then the others once the new and shiney wears off. How many times have a wife asked for you to murder her husband over stupidity? How many times have you been paid to do just that? How many times? Will she be loyal to you. No. No one is loyal. No one loves. Everyone betrays. You are just being stupid. Stop this.</span>Those thoughts and presence in his mind were almost overwhelming especially combined with the recent memories of his past, that he tried so hard to burry and not feel. The darkness of his soul was just too great. A small almost imperceptible voice rang through his thoughts none  the less.<span style="font-style: italic">Is it really to hard to be loved? Do I not deserve just a little of life's greater treasures? Is it really so bad to pretend just this once that he wasn't a murderer? Was it really so much to ask just to be loved?</span>Just as those thoughts wandered through a final damning answer stirred,<span style="font-style: italic">Yes. Your nothing but shit and shit is all you'll ever be boy!</span>That cruel voice belonged to a past he dare not view. Slamming down hard on that past he tried desperately not to feel the crushing pain of his own damnation.<br/><br/>How she could touch him, reach into him, like she was was beyond him. She should hate him. And yet it didn't appear she did. He just couldn't fathom how she could be so close to him. How she didn't see the monster he was. She saw through him. He wasn't sure if that frightened him more or if it was his own darkness that frightened him. Fear was so common in his world that he just held it. Processed it and pushed it away with the rest of his emotions. There was no place for fear in his mind. The cruelty of his own reality was enough.<br/><br/>All of that however seemed to dwindle to nothing in the few moments it took for her to react to his kiss. For her lips to part for his tongue to lick hers. For him to deepen that kiss further. Whatever darkness had crawled back into his mind was simply whipped away by the very real presence of her body against his. That she could quiet his mind with something so simple as a gentle kiss and remove his demons from his forebrain was beyond amazing to him. That she would do that at all was beyond his understanding. His eyes shut slowly as he let this moment form. Relaxing again into her touch.