don't get the shotgun

She paced away from her father’s door and down into the courtyard, she was still sore but her gait wouldn’t betray her. The nervous butterflies and deep pit in her stomach might though as she felt like she wanted to puke before Ulric met her down here. She kept her composure though, probably because she hadn’t eaten yet. Deep breaths were pulled in and pushed out as she counted down holding and taking in her breaths. There was no changing the facts, and Lil tried not to dwell on them. The past couldn’t be changed so she wanted to move forward on the right foot. She wanted to assure her dad about how sure she was about Roman and her decisions.

He didn’t leave her waiting long. Slate tipped ears swiveled as she heard his steps approaching, but she didn’t bring herself to face him until he spoke. His first words of concern for her. She smiled, but there was an obvious flush on her cheeks. ”I feel good,” Lil answered before realizing the full scope of what she had just said. ”I mean, my headache is long gone, and I don't feel like I was caught under a stampede.” She forced a chuckle lightly, still caught up in what he’d caught her doing exactly.

Now that they were here all of her previously excited words were gone and she didn’t know how to move forward. She didn’t like the sudden barrier she felt between them though. That wasn’t a prerequisite for growing up was it? ”I’m sorry,” She decided to go with broadly. ”I’m sorry for sneaking out and worrying you, and…” She swallowed hard as she trailed off, uncertain if she had the capability to finish her sentence.

Lillith Adravendi