TOO LATE FOR SORRY

N/A · 07-16-2014, 09:49 PM

Roman awaits his reply, expecting scorn- denial, perhaps a part of her craves his excitement at the prospect. Part of her wants him to chase away her fears. Yet his words hit her like ice, and she recoils physically from them. Are they mine? The words will surely echo in her nightmares. She lets out a breath, and quietly admits. "I have lain with no other." It's true- Faust is her first, consensual partner. Fugue had single-handedly taken her virginity, stripped that innocence away from her. She cannot look up to meet his gaze, she doesn't know what to do. Perhaps she should rid herself of these plagues before they can decimate her life any further? Her tail moves behind her- lowering to touch the ground, and though she craves to push into him for comfort- to hear any word of inspiration, or motivation to get through this- she stands alone. She waits to be rejected, already planning on ways to get through this.

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