Why did she always do this? How did she manage to continually make things worse just by opening her mouth? Zavien's wounded whisper cut deeper than anything Flora or Colt could have done, and all she could think was that it was a self-inflicted wound. She'd brought this upon herself with her doubts and fears and questions, things that she shouldn't even be feeling, much less sharing. When would she learn?
She swallowed down the threat of tears that rose in her throat, prickling at the back of her eyes. "I'm sorry," she murmured, voice thick with unshed tears. "That wasn't fair to you." But what could she say now that would make it better, that wouldn't sound like she was backpedaling just to make him feel better?
She searched his face, feeling heartsick. Her gaze fell to his necklace, and she reached to brush her fingers along the gold pendant. Something in her softened, bending instead of breaking, and she took a shuddering, fragile breath. "I know how you feel about me, I promise I do. It's the same way I feel about you."
She swallowed down the threat of tears that rose in her throat, prickling at the back of her eyes. "I'm sorry," she murmured, voice thick with unshed tears. "That wasn't fair to you." But what could she say now that would make it better, that wouldn't sound like she was backpedaling just to make him feel better?
She searched his face, feeling heartsick. Her gaze fell to his necklace, and she reached to brush her fingers along the gold pendant. Something in her softened, bending instead of breaking, and she took a shuddering, fragile breath. "I know how you feel about me, I promise I do. It's the same way I feel about you."
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
