colder than my heart, if you can imagine.
06-01-2014, 09:17 AM
For a moment, she had convinced herself that Maverick was leaving -- it seemed he had thought he might, too, even if only for a few moments. Her mind had began to swim with possibilities of what she might do without him, of family she might reunite with, of the freedom she would have. Once, that freedom would've been held in regard above all us, but it was with Maverick that she had created a family. Still she sneered, shaking her head slowly again, finding it difficult to reconcile what he had said and his pleading words now. "So as long as you're in my sight, I can be assured you are not out fucking another woman?" There was little warmth in her tones, only cold fury, though it had lessened considerably. "How reassuring." She had hurt him more than she had intended to, she knew that now. Part of her was tempted to ask who, who he had been with. As a child, she could've never imagined being only with one man, but now it made her nauseous to know that Maverick had been intimate with another. Perhaps knowing who would only worsen things. "Was it fun?" she had to ask, lips twitching as she threatening to snarl again. "I hope so, because it's the last time it will ever happen." And if he found himself straying again, she would not hesitate to create as much distance as possible between them. Still he seemed remarkably like a child, half-begging for her to give him another chance. "You will." she snapped. She had never deserved less than this full devotion -- just as she had given him hers. Slowly her gaze returned to him, pained to see the harm she had done. "I didn't mean to..." she started, her voice wavering a bit, the faintest hint of pain finally audible in her lyrics. Slowly she moved forward, instinct guiding her as she lapped at the fur near his eye, knowing it needed to be cleaned and afraid of what she might have done to him. |
