just exist
for song
06-11-2019, 02:13 PM
Perhaps this was just karma - not that she really believed in anything quite as foolish as that - for the way she'd carefully manipulated Ignatius over the years. Her feelings in the end had been genuine, though the path she'd taken to get there had been cloaked in deceit. The journey never seemed quite as important as the destination, at least to her, though after all she'd taken and subsequently sacrificed, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was back where she'd started. If she'd never gotten tangled up with Lucien, she wouldn't have gotten involved with Ignatius... and if she'd had children, they'd still be here, walking this earth where they ought to be. It hurt. The memories of her children far more than Ignatius's abandonment. Losing them had felt like a piece of her soul had been ripped straight from her chest - and while Ignatius disappearing felt crushing, it filled her with a renewed sense of purpose rather than leave her feeling empty inside. How dare he leave her. If he ever returned, she'd make sure he'd be the one begging for forgiveness and redemption. The brief bout of sadness was quick to transform into anger... though as soon as a familiar voice touched her ears, she felt that rage melt like ice under a hot flame. Fluidly her posture slackened, spinning around to search for him in the distance. Dainty paws carried her toward the sound of his voice, feeling her body slacken further when he finally came into view. There was some relief in the fact that someone had stuck around, even after Ignatius had abandoned Fyri, though the way her brows furrowed and her lips quivered subtly took considerably effort. "Oh, Song," she sighed, somewhat breathily as she came to a halt near him. Her instincts were torn between putting on a facade of utter grief at the disappearance of her once-mate, and tucking herself against his much larger form, and showing emotional strength in the face of a situation that surely would upset any reasonable wolf. She settled somewhere in the middle, masking her rage and instead giving off an aura of dejection, with the way her shoulders slumped and her voice softened into hardly above a whisper. "He's gone, isn't he? I tried convincing myself he might come back, at least for me, but..." Clearly that wasn't the case, no matter how hard she'd tried to convince herself of it, and Kirsi couldn't shake the feeling that she'd been the one taken advantage of his time. |
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