[private] the crowd gets thin when the noose gets tighter; Desire

[Desire]

i think i'm better on my own but i get so lost in you

He tells her to stop apologizing, and she decides that she has had enough.

Her mother, she knows, would have withstood his barbed tongue and agitated nature; she would have done whatever she could to prove to him she would not make the same mistake again, would have stayed with him until she felt she had adequately soothed his clearly frayed nerves.

But Desire is not Ryatah, and truthfully, she does not care. She does not care that he has no memories, does not care that the sight of her mother had set him right up against some precipice he seemed ready to fall—or jump—off.

So her eyes grow sharp, and if he had been entirely of his right mind he likely would have noticed something was off. He would know that never once has Ryatah’s face ever been crafted of the indifferent stone that it is now. “Fine,” and the word is nearly spat, and it is nothing like the lyrical softness of her angel mother. Her head tilts then, arrogant and unyielding, though she still wears Ryatah’s illusion. “Then I won’t waste my time anymore.” She has retreated several steps, her body turning to make her leave—angel wings seeming to flicker and shudder in the light— before she throws a glance over her shoulder, and with it one last honey-sweet barb and a wicked smile, “There was a reason I always preferred Carnage and Atrox over you, you know.”

She slips away then, her laugh lingering as she disappears.

i think i'm better on my own but i'm so obsessed with you

desire

@[Ashhal]

figured I would close this!