Vitality
The half blind male would approach her, amber eyes following him as he moved to sit beside her. Her ear would slightly flick when he spoke, but she didn't really respond. She wasn't afraid to talk him really, it was more the fact that she felt like she just couldn't talk to him. He was always in his own world of trouble, his own world of problems that she didn't feel like he'd be able to help with anything going on in her world. And quite frankly, it saddened her. Was this what love was like? His later comment didn't help any either. It only did more to confirm her doubts and her personal struggle. She wasn't at the end of her rope, no. She was slipping, but there was no way in hell she was at the end of her rope. She had not allowed herself to fall that low, and it was mostly thanks to the support system she didn't know she had that kept her from falling down that route. Bass and Creed were two of the wolves she trusted most. They were wise, and they actually knew what to say even if they didn't realize it half the time. She was truly grateful for them, and of course, it had taken something as bad as what had happened for her to not take relationships like that for granted.
Despite her own personal feelings, however, she would try to make this as painless as possible. But was there really such a thing? She knew how Vereux worked. She knew more of his past, though she hated that she had to learn it from others instead of him. She had stopped asking, the feeling that she would never get a straight answer always nagging at her. She didn't know why, but it just...felt that way. Katja had come to her borders, demanding that Vereux pay for his crime. And Avalon had at first agreed, before suddenly deciding that she would not hand him over when she felt like the viking was ordering her around. She had thought about telling Vereux about it, but decided it was best not too. She had made up her mind, that if Katja came back, she would not stop the punishment. Ever since she had started whatever kind of relationship the pair had, it had done nothing but bring her strife. Some happiness, yes. Or at least, what she thought was happiness. But was she really? Without turning to look at him, she would quietly speak. "I'm fine, Vereux. Just sore. How are you?" She suddenly felt like maybe it was an awkward question. Like they were suddenly strangers as opposed to mates...she hardly saw him around, and she wasn't quite sure why that was. Sure she was busy a lot, but that was expected with her running a pack on her own. Maybe....what she told Bass and Creed really was real. And her brows furrowed the more she thought. |
