I'm here to make the understatements

She kept herself from looking up at him as he began to speak, even as he moved closer, instead pretending to focus on the small patch of earth she had uncovered when she kicked the rock away. It was easier than looking up at those sapphire eyes as he spoke these sweet words, telling her how he'd always be there. And she knew he was telling the truth. He would always go to the ends of the earth for his wolves. His, always his. She sighed softly, finally pulling her gaze up to meet his with a soft, sad smile. "I know you would," she agreed without a doubt in her mind. And she would do the same for him. Even after she finally convinced her heart to move on, she would still continue to be there for him. Always.

"What I wouldn't give to find my father just to tear his throat out right about now," she commented with a dry laugh, glancing back toward the castle doors. "That would be one hell of a way to relieve some of this stress." He was right that she could hold her own and free herself if she had to, but she wanted more than that. She wanted to rid her life of that past entirely. But she couldn't she'd never find him again - if he was even still alive - and there was no fixing the scars he left on her. Physically or mentally. It wasn't something that she had allowed herself to think about in a very, very long time, but with all this it seemed that all of her old feelings and pains had decided to come out of the woodwork to pile on to everything else that was wearing away at her bit by bit.

"Will you stay in the dungeon with Resin and I?" she asked after a moment, already knowing the answer as she glanced back at him. Always.












"Tamsyn" | "Blue"