This loss feels like a welcome home

She sighed a soft relief when his grip loosened on her and released the pressure he had been putting on her shoulder. Sometimes she wondered how she could get him to be a little more careful with the things he wanted to keep. At this rate he was going to crush her to death just proving that she was his. Just as she was about to make a quip about such a thing to him, she turned to look at him and saw an odd look in his eyes. She sat still as his paw came up to the scarred side of her face, feeling him gently brush over the tender skin. This scar was far more fresh, but it made her feel the same way as she had the first day they met when he traced the thick scar right at the top of her throat with his claw. His always his.

It made her heart skip unexpectedly and her ears flicked back, but she didn't move until his paw had moved away. She stayed there long enough for him to speak about how she was just as selfish for keeping him here and that he owed her a debt for saving his life, but she didn't really hear him. "Damn it, Sirius..." she muttered, slipping out of his grasp and moving a couple feet away before turning to face him and sitting back on her haunches, her ears pinned back against her head. It hurt. It all hurt. "Sirius, I... I can't. When you do things like that... It hurts. It hurts too much." Because she couldn't have him. She couldn't call him hers with the same fervor that he did to her. "Just... Please, I am your friend. I'll love you with the same ferocious, platonic love if that's what it takes, but don't... Don't look at me like that. Don't touch me like that. It makes me think there's a chance and I can't take it. I need a line."












"Tamsyn" | "Blue"