What A Beautiful Mess
10-28-2014, 09:56 PM
The silence that fell over the land seemed to last an eternity and she found herself holding her breath. Paws shifted in the soil to make some sort of noise stir. Perhaps it was already too late? Had he already fallen for her? Oh, how he deserved something so much more than she could offer him. And what could she offer him? A life of worry, sorrow, anger, and jealousy? That was no gift, no pleasure. That was not something worth living for, not something worth loving. She was not worth loving, or at least she felt that way. She deserved nothing more than to be used for temporary pleasure as she always had. To protect him, she would fight him until she could now more. Until a love so heavy blanketed her in a warmth that gods could not even deny. Then his words would shatter the silence in a soft coo. An irresistible timbre that would make her heart flutter only briefly, but flutter nevertheless. What if I won't let you? Besides, why would anyone consider such a task. I nothing more than a hopeless whore. Words were tainted with her frustration. Body lifting from the ground and walking a few feet away from Quelt lay. She sat upon the ground, hanging her head low in shame. Shame. For this first time she felt shame. With eyes closed and without movement she would yell out to the man. I don't deserve you or Bass or any of the comfort I have been given. The only thing thing I deserve is a life of pure hell for all of the wrong I have welcomed into my life. Ears pinned against her head and tears softly fell from marbled eyes. And secretly, she wanted nothing more than his comfort. my actions | my words | my thoughts |