So here's to everything coming down to nothing
Here's to silence that cuts me to the core
Here's to silence that cuts me to the core
She wasn't sure what she was expecting. Hatred? Anger? Disgust? She certainly hadn't expected to fall into his arms, to pick up wherever it was that they'd left off all those moons ago, and yet... perhaps there was a part of her that had hoped. Not, maybe, for a rekindling of their romance - which had been rocky at the best of times - but for a welcome that was friendly, relieved even - something that she could lean into, someone who she could lean on as she figured out where to go from here and what to do next.
But, alas, it seemed that whatever her wishes, such an idyllic reunion was not to be.
The girl winced at the accusation in Koa's voice as he repeated her words back to her - an accusation that was well-deserved, she knew - and looked down, unable to meet the dragoon's gaze. "I'm sorry," she whispered, knowing that it would never be enough, that she had probably placed the final nail in the coffin of their relationship, this time for good. It didn't matter that she'd been afraid, that she'd been ill, that she'd nearly died in the months since her kidnapping - for it she'd simply been braver, more determined, a better leader, none of it would have happened.
Everything that had befallen them - Koa, Stormbreak, even herself - was entirely her own fault. She had no one to blame but herself.
"I was afraid, and I wasn't thinking clearly. I thought I could make a plan to come back, maybe find some help or allies or something, but then..." Then she'd fallen so ill that she hadn't even known what season it was, and all of her good intentions had been scattered to the winds. Her mouth twisted, anger and guilt and self-loathing welling within her. What else was there to say? She'd failed, and that was all there was to it.
But, alas, it seemed that whatever her wishes, such an idyllic reunion was not to be.
The girl winced at the accusation in Koa's voice as he repeated her words back to her - an accusation that was well-deserved, she knew - and looked down, unable to meet the dragoon's gaze. "I'm sorry," she whispered, knowing that it would never be enough, that she had probably placed the final nail in the coffin of their relationship, this time for good. It didn't matter that she'd been afraid, that she'd been ill, that she'd nearly died in the months since her kidnapping - for it she'd simply been braver, more determined, a better leader, none of it would have happened.
Everything that had befallen them - Koa, Stormbreak, even herself - was entirely her own fault. She had no one to blame but herself.
"I was afraid, and I wasn't thinking clearly. I thought I could make a plan to come back, maybe find some help or allies or something, but then..." Then she'd fallen so ill that she hadn't even known what season it was, and all of her good intentions had been scattered to the winds. Her mouth twisted, anger and guilt and self-loathing welling within her. What else was there to say? She'd failed, and that was all there was to it.
Where is this going?
Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore
Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
