Through The Dark Side

She stayed quiet as Alastor said his own, and as he closed the distance between them she was struggling to not look at him. Just as he had known, and she had to this point, looking at him and touching him were the real ways for them to communicate with each other. They didn't need words, and it seemed that words hurt. She'd rather him just know how she felt rather then a jumbled voice between them. She was retracting from him.

There was a bit of satisfaction in her, the way Alastor saw her. But it was drowned out by everything else. Relm may have never felt confident or strong or beautiful. Not all the time at least. She only felt that way in the moments that Alastor held her and they indulged in each other. Otherwise she felt worthless amongst everyone else. It was known how misunderstood she was mostly from the time she kept to herself. Manea didn't like her, Merrick didn't like her, she was starting to see herself as some sort of plague after she may have seen a little bit of light with Merrick. It was singed now, she'd probably never come back out of that hole other than to search for something remotely similar to the way Alastor made her feel that she didn't believe existed anywhere else. She was destined to be like this.

As Alastor wrapped around her, she only fought in a single push with little effort, reminiscent of how much she may have needed it. In a deep exhale she found comfort there with her head against his chest, not hugging him back but carefully pushing into him. She still fought with herself to pull back her emotions because not just Alastor seeing her this way but her being this way was hard for her. She was reserved even to herself, it was like cracking something open that was hidden down deep inside of her as her outburst had suggested.

She didn't say anything. Because she couldn't tell him to stop and she couldn't tell him not to. She already knew she wanted more then what they had, maybe she wanted some kind of compromise. But she wouldn't ask. She wouldn't offer. She knew what should have been done as he suggested. For him, for Manea, never for her. From her end at least. She nearly diverted from it after some time of staying there with him. She didn't pull back to look at him though, just stayed there. "You have Manea, why do you need me?" Her voice could almost tell him how little she valued her own life, at least the quality of it. She did care about Alastor, and even Manea more than herself.

"Relm"