As much as I ever could

I used to hold you like it's all that I had

Now begins the falling out, we are like a passing fad

Your mouth would crack a smile if I were spoken of

'Till tonight you never thought

you'd lose this epic battle with love




It seemed as though all of the blood in her body had suddenly rushed to her head; it felt as though her heart was pounding inside her skull, dull but noticeable, as she gazed at Maverick with eyes brimming with unreadable emotion. The muscles in all four limbs twitched as though her body wanted her to move closer, but her mind silenced the pleas of her body. Epiphron would not betray her sister. Chrysanthe was likely one of her dearest friends, and yet somehow she was proving to be her greatest enemy in a sense. But that was merely an afterthought -- they were bound together by blood, and that bond was something that Epiphron would never destroy. Not for any boy, despite how strong her passion for him was. Despite how much she loved him. And as she watched him in uncomfortably silence, it became very obvious, suddenly and painful, that the feeling in her stomach that was both exhilarating and awful and euphoric all at the same time, was indeed love.

Suddenly she like she shouldn't have came here at all. What would've happened in the King of Seracia had met her? She was not nearly as strong as she made herself seem to be, and she wasn't sure how long she could linger in Maverick's home without feeling like she was on the verge of a breakdown. Would she have appeared as though she was an Alpha female to Gerhardt, or just a lost child? Would she have jeopardized the alliance that would soon be solidified by the union of Maverick and Chrysanthe?

The ivory-furred creature could only watch him for a few moments, never daring to fully meet his gaze. She was afraid of what she might find lurking within those beautiful green depths. Her congratulated her, his words empty and lifeless. So unlike him. A soft sigh escaped her dry throat, a whine threatening to leave her lips. It took all she had to contain her distress, the emotion that threatened to overtake her. A single red-furred paw moved beneath her, her weight shifting from one side of her body to the other. All strength she once had seemed gone from her body now. Tail hung limply behind her, and her head seemed to hang slightly below her shoulders. Perhaps what she was so afraid of when she gazed into Maverick's eyes was that he'd be perfectly content knowing their future had essentially been destroyed. She was afraid he might be fine without her. Maybe even better. But briefly the girl would gaze up as he spoke.

"I don't know," she replied simply, her voice miniscule even in the silence that seemed to hang over them. Part of Epiphron wondered if he hadn't expected it to happen... if he didn't think she was fit for the role... but she was unable to even let such snarky comments leave her mouth. "I guess Collision thought I was the only female fit for the role right now. His wife is not in good health, and... Chrysanthe will be coming to Seracia soon, as you know." That was all the bitterness she could manage, as Maverick certainly knew this, but her voice was void of much of anything, let alone anger or irritation.