Lysis didn't know why her brother, in this state, made her feel so uncomfortable. There was a burning jealous that had begun to grow in her heart, though she couldn't quite place it and certainly couldn't come to terms with it quite yet. Though she knew the thought of another woman taking up her brother's attention made her deeply worried and uncertain. Lysis had never been overly possessive... but now, Kyarst was all she had left, her closest companion and ally, and the thought of losing him was unbearable. A sigh left her lips as she moved to press into him, trying to ignore the scent of the other woman that coated his pelt.
"Whatever," she said, only half-heartedly irritated this time rather than fully annoyed. "I know I love you, whatever that means." What it meant, she didn't know. The only love she'd ever been shown had never been ideal, and even her relationship with Kyarst was dysfunctional, she knew she was deeply loyal to him and cared for him more than she had for anyone.
"Sorry I'm a bitch sometimes," she'd mumble somewhat warily, too stubborn to admit she was wrong -- though she didn't feel great for arguing with him. The last thing she wanted to do was to genuine hurt him, though it was hard to contain the ferocity that he elicited from her sometimes. With ease she would move closer, wanting to embrace him and to forget the argument that had just taken place between them.
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