Red wine supernova

Somewhere amidst her brooding and sulking, Ember became faintly aware of the sound of paws walking on the terrace. She didn’t look up at the other wolf, assuming it was just another partygoer stepping out for some fresh air as well—until she heard the distinctive cadence of a chuckle she knew. An ear flicked in Rebel’s direction as she teased the sullen princess about her inebriated state. Ember simply responded with an angry huff of breath, not lifting her head or turning her gaze to the unwanted company. "No, I didn’. Go ‘way, Rebel," she mumbled out, her speech slurred and missing bits and pieces. Ember had never been drunk drunk before, but she was clearly sauced now. And she was in no mood to be entertaining the rowdy Klein woman.

After a moment more of silent brooding, Em huffed again and lifted her head from the balustrade to glare out into the garden at nothing in particular. "Why does ev’ryone else get t’ be all mushy an’ romantic an’ have sum’one to love?" the Carpathian fae blurted out, the alcohol letting her tongue run wild with what her heart and mind were warring with. "Ev’ryone else gets t’ dance an’ kiss with sum’one an’ I jus’ get t’ wonder why he left. It’s not fair! I wanna dance with sum’one an’ get drunk with ‘em too! I wanna kiss ‘em and go to bed an’ fuck ‘em, jus’ like my Mom an’ Dad and the bride an’ groom an’ every other couple is doin’ right now!"

With a frustrated and dejected huff, Ember slumped down over the balustrade again, her vision misting with tears as she tried to fight back the anger and the heartbreak. "Why’d he leave me…? Did I do sum’thin’ wrong…?" She must have. Ember couldn’t comprehend any other reason why Erik would’ve just abandoned her one night.

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"