The Past Tastes Bittersweet

As silence settled in after his words, he knew it wasn't going to last long. He could feel the tension fill the air around him, making the hackles on his nape stand to attention. He knew what was coming; he had expected it. Maija had never been one to hide how she was feeling and he knew for a fact that hadn't changed. As much as he wish this wasn't happening, it was bound to happen, sooner or later; clearly the universe had sooner in mind for him. He lifted his head, leveling it with his shoulders, ears coming to stand to full attention atop his massive skull, body rigid. He wasn't sure he could prepare himself for the onslaught he was about to be dealt. He didn't even bother bracing for it; it was going to hurt either way.


How...DARE you show your face again. How...DARE YOU! One time was enough, but now.....there is a completely different game being played. The titan's jaw clenched together, teeth mashing together as he was dealt the first blow. Each word she spoke was as if she'd struck him with her talons, slicing deep into his flesh. Each heartbeat now hurt and he was acutely aware of how alive and not dead he was. Perhaps this was the universe's way of punishing him, by keeping him alive to pay for everything he'd done instead of letting him get away with it by being dead. Death didn't seem like such a bad thing right then.


Don't you dare speak about my misfortune, stranger. You have no FUCKING idea what I have been through, what I have had to deal with when you left again...You have no RIGHT to be upset, to be sad...it makes me sick. YOU make me sick... She let him have it and this probably wasn't even half of it. Ebony plume slashed the air behind his haunches as she called him a stranger, his chest tightening at the word. Stranger. Is that what he was to her now? A stranger. He continued to stand there, listening to her tell him just exactly how she felt, pain echoing through his body as she expressed how repulsed she was by him. He wasn't surprised. He was a terrible sight to behold, he knew that, but add to that everything he'd done and he was a monstrosity. Emotions rolled through the behemoth, one after the other, all rolling together into a giant ball that stuck itself right in his throat, barring any words from escaping. Not that he had any words to say. What could he say? I'm sorry? Please forgive me? From what he was hearing, forgiveness was not something he was ever going to see from the golden beauty. So Taurig stood there, ever the emotionless cobalt statue, slowly breaking from the inside out.


"Burn Baby Burn"