TALK THE TALK
03-05-2014, 09:21 PM
The man's words birthed a cold stone within the pit of Raisa's gut. From his very first sentence a certain aura of forlorn anxiety fell over her, accompanied by a growing sense of fear that she knew where his words would lead. Sure enough, he did not disappoint. The sooty fae remained quiet, eyes fixed on her paws as he spoke, listening intently. She would not miss a single syllable of what he said, both for his sake and hers. It was imperative that she knew the sort she shared her home with. Was she required to like every facet, though? Was it her duty as queen to accept and support them? Her mind became a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. Fugue, her closest Alacritan friend, the first to put their faith in her, was a rapist... She could hardly allow the word to float about within her mind. It was a sour, bitter thing, and not one she was ready to pair with the kind man she'd grown to know. She waited until he had concluded and drew in a deep breath. With the exhale, she tried to imagine her confusion and anger leaving as well, in the hopes that it might help her. Her mouth had turned to cotton, and words stuck against her teeth. Had it been anyone else, anyone, she might have been angry. Furious, even, but somehow it was harder with him. Instead she felt vaguely nauseous, and immensely disappointed. Finally, in a quiet tone she asked, "And how do you feel about this now, in retrospect?" He seemed near as horrified as she felt, but she needed to hear it from his own mouth. Raisa needed this sorted out, and soon. She would not harbor a rapist within her boundaries, even if it meant ousting one of her closest friends. At the same time, of course, she would not turn away any trying to better themselves. If Fugue was repentant, if he had changed... Only time would tell. "Talk" "You" Think |
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