Puppy Love
04-15-2013, 11:45 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-15-2013, 11:46 AM by Epiphron.)
While part of her hated feeling so weak, so vulnerable, for standing here nearly shouting at this boy she had such strong feelings, staring at him with her eyes welling with tears, part of her wanted more. More of what? More of Maverick, certainly -- more of this argument? No.. but the passion was thrilling and made her feel more alive than ever before. She couldn't turn and leave, no, not now.
Maverick went on, his own words quivering with anger at her lack of action. He didn't get it; he didn't know her family. And at this rate, he never would. Her vision blurred as she redirected her gaze, his rage seeming to grow with every word he spoke. The way he spoke of his family -- his 'side' -- made her chest clench painfully. Their families were not just packs, but sides. Opposing sides, in a sense, despite their neutral status -- at least for Epiphron, the fact that Maverick was of Seracia meant they would simply not be together. Not easily, not without a fight.
He went on, insulting her brother once again. The feeling was so unpleasant that she, too, kept her gaze fixated on a single blade of grass that separated them from each other. The girl let him go on, feeling unusually speechless despite that rage that burned inside her own chest. He was disappointed in her, for not standing up for him. It was really an awful feeling, disappointing someone she was supposed to care about.
"You mean I'm not worth fighting over." The pain was audible in Maverick's words, and Epiphron was not heartless enough to ignore his suffering. No, she couldn't. Her sapphire gaze drifted to his face slowly, still welling with tears that threatened to spill at the slightest disturbance. "I never said that, Maverick," once again she nearly shouted at the boy, her words rolling into a dangerous snarl. Teeth peeked out from under parted lips, disbelief etched on her face. "Do you ever wonder what the point of all this is? I know we haven't talked about it, but my family sure as hell won't take kindly to their daughter falling for a boy from Seracia. Do you wonder when the fun will wear off? When you're crowned King, will you want really anything to do with me? Surely Seracia won't be impressed with their King running off every week to meet some girl from Valhalla. I can count on that." The elephant in the room was that neither of them would be inclined to leave their packs, and this made the whole situation a lot more difficult. Her own tail seemed to wilt, curling dejectedly between her hind legs.
"I just... fuck, Maverick. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I can't keep you off my mind, even though we last saw each other just a few days ago. I don't understand." Was this what love felt like? If so, it was amazing and awful all at the same time, feeling so vulnerable and passionate and everything all at once.