Take The Gun And Count To Three

*Aranea* · 05-01-2021, 03:10 AM

It had come time for her to leave The Hallows. Summer was here and she couldn't put it off anymore. She needed to move to Abaven not just for her children, but because she couldn't take the heartbreak she felt for Ulric anymore. Allegro wanted her to wait until the weather was less harsh, for her own safety. And so she stayed here and suffered until then. And there was a part of her that could not wait to leave the castle behind her, she almost never wanted to see Ulric again.

Her last day turned to night, and she was gathering and preparing for her travel to the northern continent all the way to the eastern shores, far away from here. As she was organizing the supplies she found her gaze out into the darkness of the beach, and a rush of sadness fell over her. She had to see Ulric, she couldn't let it end this way. Maybe it was more selfish for herself, but she wouldn't allow their last moment together to be filled with what she could have considered hatred within herself. She meant what she said though. And there was no way she could take it back now.

She finished putting her supplies together, set it up for the morning after before closing the door to her room and making her way up to Ulric's floor. Outside his room she hesitated. She wanted to give them one last good memory to go by for the rest of their lives, but what if he didn’t allow it? She couldn’t force him to, not physically but it wasn’t in her nature to do so. That didn’t make her want to do this any less.

She finally worked up the courage to push through his door, closing it behind her as seemed to be routine anytime she entered here. She lingered with her back towards him while she stood at the door, still hesitant. She couldn’t run out of the room now. Still, she didn’t want to make her presence unknown to him, she wasn’t sneaking around though the only noise that could have been heard was the sound of her claws against the stone surface of the floor. By this time she was determined to do what she had planned, so there was no more hesitation from her from this point on.

Her nose moved between his forelegs to nestle in to him as they had many times, and had he rejected her, her paw would place on his shoulder to almost strongly pull him back in to her, "Ulric, please just do this for me, one last time." She whispered, her eyes clenched while she tried to hide what sorrow she held behind them. It wasn’t easy, and it was probably obvious the way she felt behind her eyelids. But what she was doing wasn’t because of lust or desire, she truly loved Ulric, as much as she was believing he didn’t feel the same way. They seemed to have the same issues, everything they loved seemed to be torn apart or broken. Aranea felt she could never fix what she had done. Her relationship with Allegro and her children, or her relationship with Ulric. And she was starting to spin down that deep, dark hole of depression again. Everything she did, she was a failure. All she did was hold everybody down. She wasn’t fit to be a lover, a mother, or a mate. She destroyed everything close to her.

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