Cordelia
He stops. Thank the gods he stops. Cordelia moves forward on her knees, grasping at his hand as she presses her forehead to his hip, sniffling as she attempts to stifle her tears. The Shrike isn’t sure how to answer him. Of what to say. His question making her draw in a sharp breath because a part of her wasn’t sorry for what she said. She was defending Deimos and Evie, but she didn’t regret that. She did, however, regret not giving him a chance to speak. To explain.
”No, I’m not upset that you didn’t react how I expected. I don’t want you to just roll over and take it.” Cordelia starts, voice still trembling and thick with tears. ”I regret not hearing you out before I spoke. I- I shouldn’t have done that. It wasn’t fair to you.” And she means it. Every word. The Shrike should have waited. She should have let him speak.
She lifts her head, imploring him to turn around with a squeeze of her hand on his, ”I meant what I said about Deimos and his happiness. I’m sorry that it hurt you, but it needed to be said, but more than that, I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain your side.”
”No, I’m not upset that you didn’t react how I expected. I don’t want you to just roll over and take it.” Cordelia starts, voice still trembling and thick with tears. ”I regret not hearing you out before I spoke. I- I shouldn’t have done that. It wasn’t fair to you.” And she means it. Every word. The Shrike should have waited. She should have let him speak.
She lifts her head, imploring him to turn around with a squeeze of her hand on his, ”I meant what I said about Deimos and his happiness. I’m sorry that it hurt you, but it needed to be said, but more than that, I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain your side.”
Say something, something like you love me
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
