It was a few hours after the meeting, and Revenge was thinking much too deeply for his own good. Mercy had apologized, after many hurtful words had been said the last time they had spoken. He was reliving some of those moments, along with others like leaving his parents for the first time. He'd be drawn to the range, a place of residence for many of his personal ghosts. His tall and elegant form made its way through the over grown grasses to a place that was very vivid in his childhood memories. What used to be a den, as well as the little shady spot that surrounded it. He'd played in the shade of this particular tree for hours when he was younger. Life had been so simple then, how did everything get so complicated so quickly? He'd sigh heavily as his haunches curled beneath him and he lowered his head as he tried to return to those days, to find the memories that had been hidden away for so long.

Her and her brother had always been close, no matter what they had been able to find each other and see each other through all their hard times. But it would seem that a rut had been put between them, a huge wedge that was tearing them apart. She had said that she was sorry at the meeting, all the hurtful words that she had said. Flinching at the memory, she found her brothers trail and started to follow it. It didn't surprise her that it led to the Range, a place he was drawn to and one that she tried to ignore. When she rounded the corner around a tree she saw him sitting by their old den -- the one that she had gone on a rampage on and destroyed. Another flinch. She stood still for a moment, long tail sweeping behind her as she gazed at him with her purple eyes. She longed for his sunshine yellow ones to look up at her, to forgive her and hold her like he always did. Revenge had been there for her through all the stupid things that she had done, scolding her when she came back with her infected scratches. And still she pushed him away, like she did with her parents and all those that seemed to get close to her. She wasn't sure how this pale man before her even still cared for her at all...

Finally getting her legs to work she took a few steps towards Revenge, before she paused. Mercy didn't run to his side yet, she didn't really know where they had stood. Esti's words had pissed her off at the meeting, and she had tossed a glare and a growl in her direction. She knew that he probably wouldn't be too happy about that. Looking away for a moment and shuffling on her paws, she let out another sigh. "Do you hate me yet?" she asked softly, ears pressed tightly against her skull.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

He didn't know what he was doing, trying to escape into the past maybe? Surely he looked like a fool, his tall slim form bent over what could have been a grave. Maybe it was, a grave for what had once been a child-like innocence. Though surely even that had gone much before he and Mercy had ever left. They weren't blind to their parent's strife, he could hear their arguments when they thought he'd been asleep. He'd clung to his sister during those times, what did he want to do now more than that? His attention was got by the sound of her foot steps behind him. He'd shift quickly, looking back over his shoulder to find her gaze.

She'd paused once more, looking away from him as she shifted nervously. With ears pressed to her skull she'd ask him if he hated her yet. His lungs inhaled deeply heaving out a great sigh, the ivory wolf would get to his feet as the last of the breath left his deep chest. "Mercy, I could never hate you." It just wasn't possible, no matter what. And besides, how could he be upset when she was obviously more than jealous. "I'm sorry too, by the way." He hadn't been innocent in their argument either.

Even when she heard him rise to his paws she did not look at him, not until his words called out to her. Peeking back at him out of the corner of one of her eyes she saw that he had come closer, but there was still a gap between the two. He told her that he could never hate her, and apologized for his actions as well. Her lip quivered as she bit back the tears that threatened the gather, refusing to cry. She just wanted to run to him, to let him hold her like he always did. Fulling turning her head towards him, but focusing on his paws, it was Mercy's time to let out a big sigh. "I didn't know it would tear at us like this I just..." she broke off, ears pressing so tightly against her skull they were hardly visible. "I was jealous. I hate knowing that some woman out there has seen your affection and attention. And I am bloody selfish, Revenge. I want you all to myself, and I don't want to have to share with anyone. You have always been just mine, and... you have always been there for me. I don't... I don't want a piece of your heart," she paused, looking up with damp eyes as she tried to meet his gaze. "I want all of it." Mercy sniffled, cursing herself for being so weak right now. Taking a few steps towards him, a shuttering sigh left her lips. "I know its unfair of me to be so selfish... and I guess I know how you feel about me. But I can't help it Revvy, I am greedy and selfish. I never want that bi- that woman... to take you away from me." She said, catching herself on insulting Esti. Besides, it wasn't her fault. Fully. The woman still egged her on, and it drove her mental. Shaking the thought away, she tried to close the gap so that a few inches parted them. Close enough to feel his heat, close enough to hear his breath. Searching his face, looking for anything and everything, the first tear fell down her black marked face. "You've always been the closest one to me, and I don't know what I would do without you. Or who I would be if I didn't have you at my side. You ARE my heart, Revenge. And even... even though I have been intimate with another, you're always the one I come back to." Finally running out of words she flopped down to her rump, long white tail curling tightly against herself. Lips pursed shut, she waited for him to speak. She just needed to hear his voice again. ""

She didn't hesitate then, to go on and explain herself more fully with out a belly full of anger. He'd watch her, noting that her bright purple gaze lingered at his feet. Her distress was more than obvious, and he had to with hold himself from rushing to her side. She didn't keep from him her jealousy, or her knowledge of how unfair she'd been. Despite having proven himself to her over and over again, she was still very much uncertain in their relationship. "..I don't want a piece of your heart," she'd say as her gaze finally found his own. She'd shuffle forward, and he couldn't help but mirror the movement. "..take you away from me." He'd shake his head, no one was going to take her from him, ever. She'd move even closer and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from closing the distance this time.

He wouldn't miss her tear as he pushed their chests' together. He'd lick the trail it had left before pulling her underneath his chin. "You ARE my heart, Revenge." He'd try to smile softly as she put her rump beneath her. With better leverage Revenge would wrap his left front leg around her shoulders and kiss her softly. "I love you, Mercy." He didn't know what else to tell her, relax, don't worry about what he did? "You'll always be the owner of my heart, no matter who I'm.. intimate with," he'd use her words uncomfortably, "Your den is the one I come home to." He'd reassure her again as he kissed her softly.

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..."

He didn't hesitate in lapping up her tears, though he hated to see her cry he was elated to be making up with her. His long white tail would wag slowly behind him as she finally allowed him to hold her close. He'd do just that with a soft smile lingering on his features as he reassured her. She'd chuckle softly at him, and he was glad that her tears were replaced with the sounds of laughter. Esti wasn't far from her mind though, she'd find his sunny gaze with her own lavender stare as she admitted that she loved him too, but she was quite teasing and light hearted. Thankfully. Her next words didn't surprise him either. "I'll share your jealousy, of every man that gets to touch you." He'd tell her in all seriousness, but as soon as the words finished falling from his mouth he'd steal another loving nuzzle.

The amount of words that were exchanged between them was getting shorter and shorter, the need for them lessening as she was held by her dearest brother. He was the only wolf that she felt like she could jut lay here and not say a single word. There were hardly any awkward silences with the two, and it didn't feel so empty when they didn't talk. As soon as he said that he too was jealous of every man that touched her, she let out a heavy sigh, thankful for his gentle touches and soft caresses. Leaning heavily against him she placed tender kisses on his cheeks and neck, before burrowing herself into his soft fur. Drinking in his scent she felt so much better, all thoughts of their fight long out of her mind. "Let's not fight again, I hate feeling distant from you..." she whispered, nipping at the base of his throat. She didn't want to be mad at him ever again, or to feel so far away from the only wolf that really mattered to her. ""