Better Luck Next Time, Prince Charming

*Heather* · 06-19-2017, 03:35 PM

Heather wanted badly to snap at him, her brain warped. How dare he accuse her of that? Of not... understanding. Perhaps it was the notion that she didn't understand it that pissed her off so much. Yet today she didn't want that to be how it went. She boldly controlled the emotion to snap at him. For Alfred to stop being such a baby, as if he'd been ignoring the lot of them from the start. Heather pushed those thoughts aside, her expression softened and regardless of what she believed she would have to be here for her brother where it mattered. She didn't want him to go off and leave like Roza did. From what she thought, maybe Razor had been his only reason to stay.

"Well it kinda hurts that you assumed I didn't know you were mates." she let her ears flicked. "It hurts knowing that you're in pain and somehow I feel like I can't help you. I want to get angry but I don't want to lose you." her eyes darted to the floor. "Alfie, I know. I know you want him back so bad I wanted mother back so bad that my brain got twisted! But Alfred I need you right now." Heather felt her ears pull back against her skull. "Think about what Razor would have wanted you to do, he knew this was coming! And yet he still lived life with a smile on his face. I'm going to be the queen of Fiori and I don't want to do it alone. Alfie I'm going to need you with me. So please.... don't leave." she stood and took a gentle step forward. Furrowing her brows, she thought maybe if she gave him a purpose it would help distract him from the pain.

"Talk"

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