Gloves are comin' off [Kirsi]

*Kirsi* · 11-01-2018, 08:42 AM

Kirsi was the sort of wolf that didn't falter in the face of anything. She'd been known for her frustratingly aloof demeanor since childhood, one that never seemed to be visibly affected by anything. That cool, disinterested mask she'd always worn was as much proactive as it was reactive; it wasn't just there to protect what was inside, but to affect the wolves around her so they never got a chance to know what Kirsi was really like. Somehow, Ignatius had snuck his way into her heart, quite unintentionally, growing quite fond of his childhood defiance and his quiet but genuine character. Somewhat frustratingly, he'd ruined the plans she'd concocted with his brother but slowly, over time, she had found that her interests had changed entirely.

Of course, nothing ever really worked out quite so easily, nor the way you expected it sometimes, and thus... here she was. Trailing after Ignatius like a lost puppy dog, after having avoided him for for nearly two seasons now, nearly sick to her stomach at the thought of facing the consequences of what she'd done. Maybe she wouldn't have to face them all though, at least not all at once. One thing at a time. She inhaled sharply when Ignatius heard her and slowly turned to face her. The brilliant dual markings of fire and ice seemed to gleam in the faint moonlight, and she wished badly she could rush forward and embrace him. I did this all for you, Ignatius, you stupid fool, was all she could think. Her actions, no matter how awful they had been, had been working towards a much bigger picture - but she knew, as soon as he demanded an explanation, that there was no way she could undo all of her wrongs in one breath. She tried to fight back a sigh, moving forward slowly to close the distance between them, but not daring to cross the threshold of personal space no matter how badly her body longed to.

"This was all your brother's doing," Kirsi explained, keeping her voice contained - as much as she could. Hopefully he wouldn't mistake her calmness for disinterest; she knew it was no time for being too spirited, and she feared one misstep and she'd end up crumbling entirely. It was easier to keep her pain to herself than share it with Ignatius, knowing he would be forever changed in the face of what his brother had done, and what Kirsi had done first. "I swear it, Ignatius. I..." her voice faltered, her mind whirling as she searched for what exactly she could say. The cold expression he wore was painful enough to look at, reminding her of his brother more than himself, and seeing this side of him pained her. "What did your brother tell you, Ig?" She needed to know what he'd told Ignatius before she said anything, lest she say too much and truly ruin anything.. if it was even salvageable to begin with.

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