as your love starts to surround you
all of their words are trying to drown you
Pyxis does not often view others as threats—at least not in the traditional sense. She does not fear that they will sink teeth into flesh, that sinew will be ripped from bone, that blood will leak until she is naught but a dried corpse. Instead, she fears of more insidious deaths. She fears closeness, trusting. She fears that she will invite someone in and they will slip the knife into her gut when she is not looking. She fears that she will make someone else the center of her world and they will leave her empty, crumbling, dead.
So she does not notice that he gives them a berth, and she almost does not realize what he is talking about—her relationship with Daemron had made her numb to the strangeness of it all. “Hello,” she echoes without thought, simply falling back onto the practiced mannerisms. When it clicks, she laughs lightly, the sound surprisingly genuine; it was the first time in a long time she had found something amusing. Red merely scoffs, slinking away from the stallion to lay near Pyxis’, her eyes never leaving the stranger.
“Oh, well, I do believe she is playing the long game. Short hunts can grow terribly boring.” Pyxis angles her head down to the wolf, her blue eyes bright with amusement. “I have warned her before that I taste awful; however, she is stubborn. C'est la vie. Some must learn such truths for themselves.” That much was true—the memory of her first encounter with Red searing across her belly. It had been so similar to this, so casual. She had been completely in control. Just when had it gone so completely off the rails?
Shaking her pretty head, she does her best to rid herself of the thoughts, focusing on the stallion in front of her. She was grateful, for a brief moment, that he looked nothing like Daemron. That was at least some small blessing. “My name is Pyxis.” She does not introduce the wolf—does not believe it is her right without permission. “Do you often make it a habit of commenting on stranger’s habits and companions?”
and you break, it's too late for you to fall apart
and the blame that you claim is all your own fault
