Take The Gun And Count To Three

*Aranea* · 05-01-2021, 10:43 AM

The weight on Ulric's shoulders had been ignored, which was awfully selfish of her. She had heard of Resin's outburst and of Ulric taking the pack as was previously agreed. She knew all these things. But she hadn't attended the meeting that was given, and she hadn't even visited Resin in her cell. And it was selfish and immature. She saw no reasoning in doing this things while she was in the process of leaving so soon. She knew it was wrong, but she also didn't really care. What happened between her and Ulric had soured her entire emotions of The Hallows, as Tyranis had for the rest of his family. She may have seemed mature in numerous other tasks and experiences, but she was entirely immature when it came to her own emotions. All she wanted was to be put first in someone's mind, but not just one person, perhaps all. It was an impossible expectation.

When Ulric welcomed her, and it wasn't the first time they had an encounter like this, she showed an incredibly obvious sign of relief while she pushed the top of her head into his chest. She was ready to push him, to make him feel guilty, anything to get him to give her the affections she desired over the past many weeks. There was a hidden feeling of guilt herself when she relaxed, but she shoved it down deep.

"I didn't want it to end like this Ulric." She admitted, her chin dragged while she was hesitant to look up at him, but she managed to. Her eyes weld with tears through the darkness, this was quite a normal emotion for her, no matter how often she had showed it to Ulric himself. As much as she was doing better emotionally, it always turned back around to the crying, tired, defenseless woman as was her true colors. She rested her head on his chest at an angle she could still look up at him as she felt the comfort of his embrace that she secretly longed for in their time apart. "I didn't want you-" Her voice broke as she tried to hold it together, "I didn't want you to look back and see only what I did to you in the end." She hadn't hurt him physically, but Aranea had never thought she would turn angry towards him. She didn't think she would feel the same kind of hatred she did toward Tyranis. It was a harsh awakening to her to compare the two situations. But she knew at heart of her depressed soul, not an angry and resentful one.

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