DESPOINA
He is saying words that she has spent her entire life waiting to hear.
Words that she once spent long evenings imagining being said to her.
She had cherished the idea of it. Held it so close to her breast. Dreamt of what it would be like to have someone tell you that they loved you. That they would change for you. That they wanted her.
But not like this—never like this.
It is enough to cause another growl to rip through her chest, brimming to the surface in a savage sound, her teeth clicking together. “Don’t lie,” she grits between her teeth, the fangs showing against pink gums and impossibly black lips. “Stop. Stop lying to me.” She wants to reach for him and tear him apart. Wants to pull apart all of the pieces of this Torryn who stands before her and feeds her such pretty lies.
But he commands her to shift before she can even try that fool’s errand. He commands her and there is enough of that broken little girl in her that she doesn’t even try to deny it. She just listens obediently, shifting back into her normal form, shedding the fur and the claw. And when the dust settles and it’s just her again, she drops her iridescent head, the tangles of her black forelock falling down her forehead.
There is nothing but silence as she focuses on the pattern of her broken breathing. Just silence and the ragged sound of her trying to stitch herself together again. When she looks up again, there is no fight in her anymore. It bled away from her with the hound and she’s left with tears in her eyes and no defense.
She has nothing to say.
Nothing except her hurt and her shame and her guilt at the way she acted.
I guess the sound of your voice in the aching will just have to do
@Torryn