Green with Jealousy

Cold turquoise orbs would watch her silver man's brows pull together and his ears pin to his skull just before Jaelle translated her words into something he would understand. And when Jaelle's voice no longer filled her ears she would listen to the words Xephyris would say so that when Jaelle would repeat them in a few moments she would know what they meant in English. She would learn his words so that she would never have to put anyone else in the bell coated woman's position ever again. Soleil hated that she needed another wolf to speak to the man she loved, to the man who would probably never feel for her in the same way she had so foolishly allowed herself to feel for him. Not that she wouldn't try to prove to him just how dumb he was by being with the brown witch.

When his words began to be repeated to her in French, she had wanted to tell him 'no shit Sherlock' but her mother had taught her better than that. She would not ask Jaelle to repeat those words, so she kept them to her self. To the fact that he didn't love the brown woman she was sure confusion had seeped though her mask onto her face but for a moment as she couldn't bring herself to understand how anyone could be with someone else in that manor without there being some kind of love involved. Yes, being French she had known of many French woman being with men with no love involved but that didn't mean she understood it then either. That simple fact made her feelings go haywire, she felt betrayed, furious, sad and confused all at once and she was sure she was showing that in some way even though her eyes remained cold she could feel herself clenching and unclenching her jaw over and over again as Jaelle cleared her throat before telling her the rest.

Slowly she could feel her eyes sting with the threat of tears, but stubbornly she would hold a cold glare upon the man that made her want to tear the throat out of a pregnant she wolf....not that she would ever do such a thing anywhere but within her own mind, but her mask was slowly cracking and pulling apart. An infuriated unladylike snort would escape her as Jaelle's voice stopped once more. She had so much to say but nothing she was willing to ask the gypsy woman to repeat. So many words and questions and insults she wanted to fling at the man in front of her, yet nothing she would feel right asking someone else to say for her. No she would make him understand in other ways and the only question she would ask as she could feel herself breaking down before the two of them was "Où irais-je, vous l'avez fait tout à fait clair que vous ne me, ou apparemment quelqu'un d'autre pour cette question aime pas. Pourquoi devrais-je pense que ce serait different avec quelqu'un d'autre ou ailleurs je vais." He was the only one that had showed any kind of interest in her since her arrival in this dreaded place so why should she think anyone else would like her, even in the way she thought Xeph had liked her.