What Once Was

She watched as he slowly made his way closer to her, and while she ached for him to be near her she slunk backwards. If he held her now her flow of words would pause, and she would never get out what she wanted to say. Whining softly when she had finally made it through her thoughts, Revenge was in front of her with his chest pressed against her own. A shuttering sigh left her lips, and she wasn't able to hold back the tears that started to flow. Revenge licked up the path that the liquid had created, and she leaned into his tender touch. Mercy found that she couldn't speak anymore, and wanted nothing more but to sit here and let him hold her. Like he always did. Gods above she was a fool, once again she had pushed away the only wolf who really mattered to her, who truly did own her heart.

He told her he loved her, and a small smile touched her black lips. He seemed uncomfortable with her choice of words, and the girl couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. He was a silly, reserved man. But he was hers. Leaning heavily into him she rubbed her black marked face into his chest. It was true, they came back to each other every night. She was silly to think anything else, but she couldn't help the flash of raging jealousy when she saw that woman. Huffing, she pulled herself off of him enough to search for his sunny gaze. "I love you too, you big dork," she teased half heartedly. After a pause her ears flicked, searching his face. "I doubt that I will ever stop getting jealous..."