Maea
Oh, when the world is burning
A muscle worked in her jaw, testament to the effort it cost her to remain calm. He didn't make this any better; worse than being protected was the notion that he apparently hadn't trusted her.
"You really thought I would throw myself at Dahlia in a blind rage?" A huffed fragment of laughter carried both incredulity and a touch of hurt. "No, don't answer that. It's fine. It really does seem like I am the only one who thinks I did the right thing. I had hoped that was why... but clearly not."
Pushing the drink aside, she slumped down in the seat, mouth pressed into a thin line as her eyes trailed unseeing across the room. The dim light swallowed up all color in them and turned them dark and stormy, as dull as the clouds outside.
"You really thought I would throw myself at Dahlia in a blind rage?" A huffed fragment of laughter carried both incredulity and a touch of hurt. "No, don't answer that. It's fine. It really does seem like I am the only one who thinks I did the right thing. I had hoped that was why... but clearly not."
Pushing the drink aside, she slumped down in the seat, mouth pressed into a thin line as her eyes trailed unseeing across the room. The dim light swallowed up all color in them and turned them dark and stormy, as dull as the clouds outside.
Don't walk away
