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Walk | Talk | Think

No. No, Ash did not want to talk about. To talk about the feelings she had been having lately, about how they had been strengthening and overwhelming her strangely whenever she just thought about the male in question, would make them real. It would change how she reflected back on her own thoughts, how she interpreted those feelings that he stirred, how she saw him overall. Ashtoreth had no grand plans for herself and never had. She had only ever wanted the most simplest of pleasures for herself: a stable home, a satisfying job, and dependable friends. Anything more had seemed like a distraction. And the more she thought about Leon...the more she began to classify him as just that.

It was a wonder she had not crumbled under the pressure of her own thoughts and melted into the ground as Meili awaited her response, a not-so-companionable but not-so-uncomfortable silence stretching out as the grey hunter prolonged her answer. Even as her brow began to furrow, her internal debate reaching a crescendo, she could feel herself beginning to cave once more.

With a groan that she had been trying to keep herself, the wolf crumpled the ground defeatedly, lifting grey and white forepaws to cover her face and muzzle and drag them down to her nose in a moment of unabashed distress. "I don't even know what to say, Meili," she began, turning her head to look upward at the other female with a look that was a mixture of a pitiful smile and worrisome uncertainty. "I mean, he's always been my friend, practically since I met him. But when he left..." She could feel it, that cold, empty place within herself that she had experience when she had returned to his den to find him gone. It had been an even worse pain than the one she had endured during her attack, and lasted just as long if not longer. It was part of the reason she had been so happy to keep friends and nothing more in the first place. No distractions.

"I couldn't miss him so much if he was only my friend, right?" The question rolled with a shaky sort of uncertainty as Ashtoreth stared questioningly up into the face of her confidant. She felt truly embarrassed for having spilled her thoughts out so wholly, but there was no taking it back. There had simply been a lot on her mind lately.