These Children Learn From Cigarette Burns
Azzurra
11-08-2021, 12:01 AM
Balthier laid behind her, wrapping her in a tight hug as he told her how much he loved her, yet again avoiding her question. She turned her gaze back toward the wall in front of her as his face pressed into her scruff, her ears back as the bitter feeling of frustration and helplessness ate at her. At the end of the day, she couldn't even put distance between herself and him even if she wanted to. She was entirely dependent on him and while that hadn't felt like an issue before it suddenly did now. He was able to storm off and would be completely capable of taking care of himself without worry. She didn't have that luxury. Her frail body wouldn't allow her that kind of freedom. He insisted that she was beautiful and she frowned. Did he think that she thought he suddenly thought that she wasn't beautiful? Or that she was worried that he didn't love her? She already knew those things and was confident in those things. What she didn't understand was the conflict that had been etched in his features after he had something that he had been so sure that he wanted.
Her eyes closed as his paw brushed her cheek and her chest ached with lingering emotion. It wasn't that she didn't want things to be how they were, it wasn't that she didn't wish that she could just forget and pretend things were fine, but the fact that he was keeping things from her hurt. She told him everything—exposed all of her thoughts and feelings and fears. She had thought for the longest time that he had done the same, but was there more things that he just wasn't telling her? But even if he was, what was she going to do about it? If she kept pressing him would he get angry and fed up with her and leave again? What if he never came back? That fear had her pale front paws hanging on to his forelegs where they crossed over her torso, silently pleading for him not to let go. She was afraid of what the world might be without him, she was afraid of loosing him just like she had lost everything else. "Fine," she said reluctantly, opening her eyes again, but only looking down at where her paws were resting on his legs.
"Azzurra & Balthier"
Her eyes closed as his paw brushed her cheek and her chest ached with lingering emotion. It wasn't that she didn't want things to be how they were, it wasn't that she didn't wish that she could just forget and pretend things were fine, but the fact that he was keeping things from her hurt. She told him everything—exposed all of her thoughts and feelings and fears. She had thought for the longest time that he had done the same, but was there more things that he just wasn't telling her? But even if he was, what was she going to do about it? If she kept pressing him would he get angry and fed up with her and leave again? What if he never came back? That fear had her pale front paws hanging on to his forelegs where they crossed over her torso, silently pleading for him not to let go. She was afraid of what the world might be without him, she was afraid of loosing him just like she had lost everything else. "Fine," she said reluctantly, opening her eyes again, but only looking down at where her paws were resting on his legs.
