and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.
She is sympathetic even if she lacks the ability to show it. No matter how much she may like Lepis she does not know her well enough to let her guard down. If she could, she would have told her that she understood; she would have told her how coming to Sylva without Ophanim was one of the hardest things she has ever done. That while living here without him was nearly unbearable, staying in Loess when he could hardly look at her would have been impossible. She knew what it meant for your relationship to be feeling like it was falling apart before your very eyes, and that trying to put it back together was like trying to shape and mold dry sand.
She doesn’t know all the intricate details of their relationship. She doesn’t know who, if either of them, were at fault for what caused their foundation to shake. But she does know that every time she found another child sired by Ophanim it felt like someone was twisting the knife lodged in her ribcage for another turn. She knows that she had almost destroyed them by seeking revenge. And she knows, most of all, that if someone had ever seen Ophanim with someone he shouldn’t have been with – if there was even a chance he would try to come home and hide it from her – she would want to know.
“Wolfbane has interesting training methods,” she begins, and she tries to keep the disgust from being evident in her voice. How interesting that he had brought his newest love interest home; to their home. Bold move, but she supposes a smart one, since it seemed to have worked. With a tilt of her head she observes Lepis, her intense blue eyes narrowing in an almost scrutinizing manner. “You truly have no idea, do you?” It is not meant to sound condescending or insulting. It is more of an amazement, and a little bit of sympathy, that Lepis trusted him so completely that it never occurred to her that Wolfbane developing a friendship with someone else had the potential to blossom into something more.
Then again, Starsin basically wrote the book on that, didn’t she?
She never claimed to not be a hypocrite.
“It wasn’t in Sylva, and it definitely wasn’t a diplomatic visit of any kind,” she treads carefully, doing her best to soften the natural edge that often came with her words. “It was the forest near the meadow, and things seemed….not exactly platonic between them.” There is a brief pause, and a purse of her lips. “Maybe you should ask him about it the next time you see him.” Because Starsin, perhaps more than anyone, was familiar with what it looked like when you were about ready to step off that ledge you had been so carefully treading.
starsin
it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )
@[Lepis]
