Honey, honey, you're my favorite drug

When Alastor turned toward her she felt that deep, painful ache in her chest grow deeper and it took all of her will power to keep her face at least mostly neutral and keep her ears from flicking back. She wanted to run to him, she wanted to hit him, she wanted to yell, scream, cry... Her emotions were pulling her in so many different directions, but there was really only one thing she needed. She needed for him to come home. The dead pan, hard, flatness to his voice when he did finally great her made her jaw tighten and the squeeze on her chest grip so tight it was a wonder she could even breathe. Seeing him like this, clearly on the way to the land bridge and surely on his way to go back to Relm while greeting her so coldly... It felt like her fears realized, the possible outcome staring her in the face.

There was silence for a moment as her thoughts reeled and she fought with her own emotions. Seeing him hit her harder than she could have anticipated, the loneliness and heartache ringing deeper than she even wanted to admit. But even more than that, the possessive anger seethed in the background and the more she thought about the possibility of losing him the more angry she became. Eventually this pent up mix of fury, jealousy, loss, and desperate love spurred her into action and with a hard, unreadable expression she stalked toward him, holding his ebony gaze with her own, desperately trying to find some sort of emotion there. Anything that could show her that he felt even a fraction of the longing and pain that she felt. This was the longest they had been apart from each other since the day they met and every day of the last few weeks had hurt like hell—and the worst part was she couldn't even tell if he had suffered at all.

Gritting her teeth, Manea lifted her paw and slapped him hard across the cheek, her claws lightly grazing his skin and scattering a few light drops of blood across the pebbled beach of their home. It was what she should have done and had wanted to do when he came home smelling of his lover the day after their missed anniversary and now she was finally getting the satisfaction of it. But in the same breath, as soon as he turned his head back toward her, she leaned back on her haunches and grabbed his head between her paws. There was no conscious plan or thought any more, she just rode this wave of uncontrollable emotion and bared them to Alastor in a way he seemed to be unwilling to do for her. With her large, leonine paws on his cheeks she pressed her muzzle hard to his, kissing him with all of the desperate desire and need for him that had built up in the last few weeks. As fun as Kavik was and as much as she had appreciated what company she could allow herself to enjoy from him, nothing held a candle to how she felt with Alastor.

"Manea & Alastor Mendacium"