home is where the sleep is

Wilder still couldn't believe the words that left her mouth. What else was he supposed to do? To say? What part of it wasn't getting through her thick skull? It's no wonder she's a slave. The angry thought struck him hard enough that he physically winced. No one deserved to be a slave. Yet, he still hated feeling defeated and so stubborn that he didn't want to just give in.

"Guess I won' get mine up either," Wilder snaps, lips rippling in a sneer. It was a half-assed insult, but he hoped it hurt just enough. Even if she was trying to dismiss him now, he only rolled his eyes in response. "Ya know I won' be gettin' any sleep if ya leave right now," he grumbles, finally turning his vermilion eyes to watch her carefully. "So what is it? Tell me like I'm stupid. What do you want from me?" His tone is rough, stern almost, the pain still shining through.

"Wilder & Vesper"