Life on a Fishing Line

It broke Kane's heart to see the amount of pain and devastation in Tam's expression while he checked her. He didn't want to have to do this; he didn't want to feel like he couldn't trust her word. A relationship without a foundation of trust was a house of cards waiting to collapse on itself. That wasn't what he wanted with Tamsyn—it wasn't what he thought he'd had with her. He wanted to trust her, to believe the words she told him and to count on her respecting him and his wishes when he said her being around Sirius didn't make him comfortable or feel safe. She was silent all the while he checked her, only relaxing once he'd finished his inspection. He felt sick that he'd had to resort to that, but what the hell was he supposed to think when his girlfriend snuck out in the middle of the night for an hour to see the wolf he knew she'd been infatuated with? Now it was his turn to feel guilty when he didn't even find a whiff of another brute on her and realized she was telling him the truth when she said she didn't love him anymore, and never the way she did with him or Resin.

This time, when Tamsyn curled up into his body and hid herself away, Kane wrapped her up in his forelegs, holding her tight to his body while he enveloped her smaller form with his larger one. A large paw came up to stroke over the back of her head, trying to comfort her some. "I'm so sorry..." he whispered, speaking in reference to not trusting her to remain faithful and having to check her for foreign scents. "I love you so much, my blackbird. I should have known better. I... I don't trust him not to do anything to you though, and I just... had to be sure. I'm sorry..." Hazel eyes slid closed while he rubbed over the back of Tamsyn's head and down her neck and shoulders while he clung to her as if she might disappear into the night again. What was done was done. Trust would need to be rebuilt, and although he was hurt and upset, Kane was willing to put those emotions aside to love and care for his clearly hungover girlfriend.

"You look exhausted, my little blackbird," he commented, keeping her face buried in his chest to block out all light from her photosensitive eyes. With his lips grazing over the top of her forehead and ears, he pressed gentle kisses and little nibbles with careful sabers across her skin. "You should sleep... We can talk more in the morning if you want, but for now you need to rest." Kane continued to rub over Tam's back and shoulders, keeping her wrapped up in him like a blanket. He knew their discussion would yield no results now with emotions running raw and Tamsyn barely hanging on to consciousness. They both needed time to cool off, comprehend emotions and collect their thoughts, and in Tamsyn's case stop the room from spinning. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere," he whispered while nibbling the edge of a black-furred ear, hoping to reassure her that no matter what, he would be here when she woke up. He wasn't going to leave her.

"Kaneonuskatew"