Kyarst seemed just as restless as she was, rarely content to just stay calm for long. His initial anger had faded, and so had hers, but suddenly he seemed to grow irritated again and he pulled away from her when she moved to nuzzle him. "Really?" she would react quickly, her brows furrowing as he pulled away from her. Only days ago, he had held her as she cried, had groomed her and had calmed her -- and now this? And only when she finally calmed would he react so drastically again, though she shouldn't have expected anything but from him. A low growl left her lips, her ears flattening subconsciously against her skull.
"Do you think I'm horrible?" Because it sure sounds like it, she thought bitterly. feeling agitation build in her own chest. "Of course I don't do that. You're my brother. You're my world, Kyarst." Perhaps that was why she grew so emotional around him -- why she reacted so dramatically to his actions, even when they didn't concern her. It truly felt as if he was all she had left. Logically it would seem she ought to treasure him, to ensure she didn't lose him, and yet all she felt was passion, love mixed with rage and with torment alike. Behind her, her tail smacked at the ground as she rose to a sitting position. A selfish part of her found no reason to worry about him leaving her, because why would he, when it was so obvious he loved her? "Don't be like that."
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