Don’t go yet. Like this is some fucking party. Well, maybe it is. Isn’t that what they say? Three makes a party? Four, even, if you count the life inside.
Elliana’s scowl turns in an outright glare, directed at the interruption in the form of a white mare. Is she even real, she wonders one moment, then shakes that thought. Probably to do with the glowing wings surrounding her. The face of an angel - but she needs a demon right now. On that would help shred the father of her unborn child to pieces, or maybe just torture him or - well, her child would be without a daddy, but to be honest, she is pretty sure that they will be just fine, just the two of them. It’s her child now, not his - not anyone else’s, ever.
She’s ready to ignore the strangely white mare, and then she says something that hurts. You’re making fools of yourselves.
Of course, the fuchsia-pointed mare was never going to admit to anyone that she was hurt, and so she hurts in return. Glances at Royand - at the moment she can spare her mind and admit that she knows his name - and snarls at the new threat. A common enemy it is, then.
The common enemy fails to be impressed, instead continues with stating the obvious - ridiculous. Elliana rolls her eyes, ready to ignore the fuss once more. After all, she got what she wanted - if he left her alone after this anyway
Elliana didn’t know how close he’d gotten to actually attacking her - anywhere that wasn’t her belly, at least. It’s that being-torn-up about the baby that had prevented him so far. And then there was the white splotch that turned out to be another mare.
Great, just great. Surely she would side with his ex, and then he’d never get to even see the kid. Not until he or she was grown up and started asking about his father, and then some years because Royand is pretty sure that Elliana would make up something about his untimely death.
Surely that fantasy would be too good to be true, though. In fact, maybe he should cross the line. Maybe he should steal or kidnap her and raise the child himself. Elliana wouldn’t like it, but it was better than her disappearance, and once he had a bond with his son or daughter, she wouldn’t be able to leave and say it was for the best.
You’re making fools of yourselves.
He feels shame first, then anger, and then - something he hasn’t felt all day - Elliana glances at him, and he feels a surge of hope. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Maybe if he stands with the mother of his child, he’ll be able to persuade her at last.
But the white mare continues to talk, something obvious - he starts to roll his eyes, but stops when Elliana turns to leave.
His glare to the white mare goes completely ignored.
Elliana’s scowl turns in an outright glare, directed at the interruption in the form of a white mare. Is she even real, she wonders one moment, then shakes that thought. Probably to do with the glowing wings surrounding her. The face of an angel - but she needs a demon right now. On that would help shred the father of her unborn child to pieces, or maybe just torture him or - well, her child would be without a daddy, but to be honest, she is pretty sure that they will be just fine, just the two of them. It’s her child now, not his - not anyone else’s, ever.
She’s ready to ignore the strangely white mare, and then she says something that hurts. You’re making fools of yourselves.
Of course, the fuchsia-pointed mare was never going to admit to anyone that she was hurt, and so she hurts in return. Glances at Royand - at the moment she can spare her mind and admit that she knows his name - and snarls at the new threat. A common enemy it is, then.
The common enemy fails to be impressed, instead continues with stating the obvious - ridiculous. Elliana rolls her eyes, ready to ignore the fuss once more. After all, she got what she wanted - if he left her alone after this anyway
Elliana didn’t know how close he’d gotten to actually attacking her - anywhere that wasn’t her belly, at least. It’s that being-torn-up about the baby that had prevented him so far. And then there was the white splotch that turned out to be another mare.
Great, just great. Surely she would side with his ex, and then he’d never get to even see the kid. Not until he or she was grown up and started asking about his father, and then some years because Royand is pretty sure that Elliana would make up something about his untimely death.
Surely that fantasy would be too good to be true, though. In fact, maybe he should cross the line. Maybe he should steal or kidnap her and raise the child himself. Elliana wouldn’t like it, but it was better than her disappearance, and once he had a bond with his son or daughter, she wouldn’t be able to leave and say it was for the best.
You’re making fools of yourselves.
He feels shame first, then anger, and then - something he hasn’t felt all day - Elliana glances at him, and he feels a surge of hope. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Maybe if he stands with the mother of his child, he’ll be able to persuade her at last.
But the white mare continues to talk, something obvious - he starts to roll his eyes, but stops when Elliana turns to leave.
His glare to the white mare goes completely ignored.