Why Mess Up A Good Thing

Alastor was giving her everything she needed to feel valuable, but because she shut herself down she couldn't truly admire as he held her close and took in her scent and savored. She believed what he told her, there was no doubt about that. But she was starting to see that she would want more. It was too early for her to understand, and it's why she was okay with everything just the way it was. Alastor could love Manea and spend time with her like this, and there was no part of him that was showing that his feelings were a lie. She knew Alastor cared for her just as she did for him, she didn't believe that would change.

As he left her, she rolled more back on her stomach, her gaze remained so she could see him just out of the corner of her eye. She would hear him, she would believe him. She took his promises to heart. But it may not have seemed that way. Finally before his leave to the last promise he made, she looked up at him softly. She was able to muster a small forced smile at least. All she could do was hope for the next time they ran in to each other. She wouldn't go avoiding him like she had before, but she wouldn't go seeking him out either. She'd let him come to her on his own time. Her mind turned to going to Kichi's den later, that way she wouldn't have to be alone.

"Relm"