The Gift

It had been coming up on a year... since Kefka had died. And while Relm hadn't really felt any type of loss for her deranged father, she was starting to second guess herself. But honestly, it was probably just everything happening to her now. It had nothing to do with Kefka. She was fully into her heat season now which had felt drastically different from her last due to her evolved relationship with Alastor. She was recovered from her miscarriage which she had done everything to mask the physical change in herself while recovering. Emotionally that wasn't so easy to hide from Alastor. But Relm was quite the rollercoaster after all. She hoped that he'd see her ups and downs as a usual by now. There was a little avoidance of him, and he could have read it in anyway. But really she just needed to get past her recovery. She had kept up with her usual patrols, she spent most nights out at firefly lake, she didn't want any chance of Alastor finding out what had happened. Though maybe it was what would lead him on in the long run. She at least hoped he'd never know.

It was hard being away from him too. Harder than usual. It was easy for her to degrade herself, always put Manea and his children ahead of herself. That didn't mean she wanted it to be that way. With her summer heat, in tune with holding back from him and her father's death anniversary around the corner, she was struggling to keep herself at bay physically and emotionally. The emotions were stronger than ever. For once they spoke loud and clear to her, but she'd never tell him just what she wanted. He could always assume, always feel it in her soul. But she knew better than to say. Because they had to keep everything just the way it was. They'd never be able to go further. She knew that.

She had made an evening patrol around the island before making her way inland towards the lake. She was out here looking for him. She wouldn't take her usual seat in the meeting grounds waiting for him to show face this time. It may have seemed out of character for her, but really it wasn't. When she was with Alastor, she was her own true self. Coming outside of a shell she had grown too used to residing in. The only thing was when she found him, she did ask for it. What she had said she'd never do. She was taunting and teasing as ever, something she'd only show him when they were intimate. She guessed she wasn't breaking her own rules if she hadn't actually said anything to him. She wouldn't even meet gazes with him. It was intentional, maybe just dragging out that urge for him even longer. Just a side eye when she walked by, a pause, maybe even a smirk too, he'd know what she was doing.

She'd make her way back out to den in Firefly Lake she could have called her own at this point, he'd know where to find her when he was done with what he was doing. She had no doubt he'd be here at least. Maybe a little too confident in herself for once. But really, it had to be just drowning out everything that was behind her. She wouldn't open up all the pent up emotion even to herself. Right now this felt like the best way to redirect the turn of events.

"Relm"