Forgive me for I have sinned
Resin
05-01-2021, 10:06 AM
Resin. She had to tell Resin. She feared what going back down into the dungeons would do to her, but she didn't care. The moment with Sirius hung heavy on her, guilt churning in her gut. She knew that Sirius had been the one to initiate all of it, but she hadn't resisted. Hadn't told him no. Hadn't condemned him for shaking her old emotions free when her mate was still locked away under their feet and while he was still mourning the loss of his wife. The moment of release with her lips on his was permanently burned into her memories and she couldn't shake it. She had to tell Resin, had to listen to her mate rage over the infidelity so that it could be wiped from her mind... at least she hoped Resin would curse her for it. She hoped her mate would be angry so that she would have a reason to tie a negative memory onto that kiss and weigh it down, sending it down deep into the depths never to be thought of again.
Tamsyn drew in a steadying breath before she finally convinced herself to go down into the darkness of the dungeon, repeating the words she was going to say over and over to herself. She prepared herself to not find Resin here but someone else - whoever that wolf was that bit her. She prepared herself for that possibility as well. She prepared herself to say these words to someone who wouldn't listen to them. She tried to prepare herself for every possibility, steeling herself against them. In the end she knew herself and knew it would be futile, but she had to try to try and protect herself. That small part of herself deep down that was still untouched and was still hers, she had to protect that part of her. The part that she reserved for when she was speaking to her children so that she wouldn't feel the need to yell the way she had at Artorias when she and Sirius first arrived back to The Hallows.
She slowly crossed the space from the bottom of the stairs to stand in front of Resin's cell, keeping her distance until she was certain of who she was greeting. "Resin?" she questioned softly, peering in at the shadowed corner where her pallet of furs resided.