colder than my heart, if you can imagine.
06-15-2014, 07:55 PM
How quickly she felt her emotions change, as turbulent as the ocean waves. One moment she'd felt bitter and angry, feeling as though she had wasted so much time with him -- and the next, she felt vague regret for striking him, though a painful knot still twisted in the center of her chest. She still could not wonder why he'd had such a sudden change of heart. One instant, he'd expressed his desire to spend time away from her, to make mistakes so that he might better himself for her; was it her teeth that had shown him how he needed to change? Or had she simply made him afraid of her, and of what losing her meant? Loneliness was not something she was used to any longer, and she couldn't help but wonder if he feared it too. But something in his voice told her that his regret was true, and that he wished he had not left her. Epiphron Adravendi-Mathias felt a snarl bubble in her throat, lingering on her lips for a long moment. But still she continued to lap delicately at his injury, knowing his punishment had been enough, but not wanting him to suffer any more than this. He stated the obvious -- that he would need someone to tend to his wound -- but she had not yet let her mind stray to this point. Slowly she pulled away, assessing the wound silently. Since she was a child, she had practiced composure, and now she found herself benefiting from her lessons. Little emotion was visible on her face, only a burning fire in her eyes. "We will go to Erani," she stated simply. Perhaps her adoptive mother would not need to know the details of his injury, but she trusted no other with the health of her husband. "I presume you can make the journey?" Her voice was not cold, but lacked warmth. "We can rest today, but we should not spare too much time." There was so much to say, but the words seemed to stick in her throat and all she did was let out a sigh. |
