Don't Ask Too Much

She scoffed at Mariah's response that she was never driven to fuck Malico, maybe offensive. It was really the wine talking at this point, and she was just finding reasons to be bitter. She didn't say much else about it, just took another swig of her bottle and let her mind swirl the drain about how alone she felt. It didn't matter if she had Stolas, Mariah here next to her, a stranger in her bed. She was trying to fill the void that was severely messed up after her situation outside of Auster. Nothing was feeling enough.

Mariah went on to say that she loved her and Malico the same, gross. But she loved Caedes differently. She understood surely, but she was a bearer of bad news. "Well it doesn't last long. You'll be moving on to the next best thing before you know it." Her voice was like nails, spitting. Maybe Mariah could tell or maybe the words felt another way with her being under the influence. Fia could chalk it up to be just a trait in their family. The desire for sexual interactions. To be attracted to. But really, it was just her. Mariah had all the opportunity to make this boy her soul mate. Have kids with him, whatever their family ideals were. Fia was just here to complicate everything. Thanks to the drink that was.

"Now come on, we're going home. I don't feel like carrying you back."

"Fiametta"