Another attempt at an Apology

Walk | Talk | Think

Like a reprimanded pup, he looked properly guilty and contrite. His ears were pinned to his head as his eyes refused to meet hers, looking anywhere at the ground between them but not once rising to meet her own. Somehow it only aggravated her worse that he would come here to speak with her, interrupt her routine and simply be here when she wished him gone, and then be so nervous that all he did was stand across from her fidgeting in place. Callisto made herself draw in a deep breath and released it slowly. The wary look on her face became frustrated, a frown darkening the look of her eyes as she stared his way, but she said nothing else, opting for the silence to weigh on him more heavily. His presence made her uncomfortable, and she hoped he would feel the same. Especially if he was going to act like this.

Though he still refused to look at her, after drawing in a steadying breath he tried to answer her question, and Callisto stayed quiet. She could not fathom what he wanted to tell her, or how an apology for what he had done would even begin to play out. I'm sorry for tricking you into feeling safe so I could get close to you? I'm sorry for using your moment of weakness as a means to spring my own desires upon you? There were more, surely, that he could have used, but the healer's mind stopped thinking of new ones the second he moved, and she gave him her complete attention as he shifted to sit and finally lifted his guilty eyes to meet hers. The frown on her face was still present, growing more and more impatient the longer it took for him to say his apology. She would have still remained silent, too, if not for the words he chose.

Friends. That was what he asked for. Friendship. It was hard to believe for the black and grey wolf, and the way her eyes narrowed certainly conveyed this as she continued to look at him with open skepticism. "Friendship? Really?" she asked, spurred into answering him by her disbelief as she bristled defensively. "Are you sure that's all you want?" The accusatory tone of her voice left nothing to be questioned. He had taken her in as soon as she returned, broken and vulnerable, from her kidnapping, used her trust in him to draw her into his den so he could keep her close and confess his feelings like some knight winning over a mindless maid. He had been open and honest about his feelings for her, and she had seen enough of it in his eyes before to know without a doubt that he had meant what he said, and more. To hear him say all he wanted was friendship sounded like a bold-faced lie. He wanted her, all of her, to keep her and call her his. He wanted to possess her.