Hiding From the Unknown

CALLISTO

Walk | Talk | Think

There was a small pause that preceded Maximous's answer, one that made Callisto wonder if he was going to answer her at all. He had been doing nothing but growling pathetically, at himself she assumed, and she had heard his mumbling something to himself while he was at it. Had he been broken by all this too? She could not remember him behaving so before she had been taken away...but then that felt like ages ago, a different time entirely. She would never have acted like this either, cowering away inside of a den all because someone had confessed to loving her. Could Lel have caused more damage beyond just what he had done to her?

The answer he gave was spoken through a voice uncharacteristically flat, almost hard in the emotionless quality to it. It was so unlike him, but it was still his voice, still distinctly Max even if he sounded nothing like how she remembered him. A part of her wondered if that was her doing, if she had done that by refusing him, but she was too selfish a creature to care beyond a mild sense of disappointment that he had to like her in the first place. If he had only found another to set his eye on while she was away, then maybe things would have been able to go back to the way they had been before she had been taken instead of dissolving into this mess.

At the end of it all, he excused himself, and she finally heard the sound of his retreat. Callisto waited, tensed, hardly willing to let herself believe it on the off chance he might have still been waiting somewhere nearby. He had always been a creature of his word before, but now...she was not so sure what to believe of anyone anymore. So she waited, eventually relaxing back into place where she lay curled inside her old den, and shut her eyes tightly against the cruel, horrible world she had been born into.

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