as if a glass could contain the sea || amorette

[Warrick]

like the sun swallowed up by the earth

He watches as the silent planes of her face give way to bitterness (she doesn’t look any less pretty, but the expression looks misplaced on her face) and his eyes dim. She releases herself into the air, her words stale and venomous as they spill from her dark lips. He is shocked, and it is seen by the way his brows raise, and how his head lifts slightly as if truly attempting to comprehend her words. Of course he wanted her to accompany him...isn’t that what they decided? He remains silent, however, knowing that she is not finished as she inhales once again. This time, when her words leave her mouth, he does not stay silent. He steps forward quickly and confidently, a quick flutter of his wings at his sides as he strides towards her, lips pulled into a deep frown while his ears flick back idly.

“Trust you? Have you given me reason not to?” He asks quickly and without thinking. It is fuel to the fire (whatever fire that has been stoked, and that now has loosed itself from her chest and out into the open), and though he is aware that the gentleness that normally accompanies him is for some reason missing, he only stares at her expectantly. Perhaps she is trying to confess something to him, or she holds a secret close to her heart that has yet to been told to the Overseer…

With a sharp snort he pulls back, curving his neck as his chin finds his chest. His eyes dart away from her, hooded and dark beneath his furrowed brow, and a single foreleg raises to stamp at the soft earth of the forest beneath their hooves. No, he tells himself. He knows Amorette, he trusts her. She would not hide anything from him, and with a twist of his head away from her, he decides that her anger is most likely well-placed, and that an accusing tone would not help. He inhales deeply, a shadow still over his eyes as he allows concern instead of anger to fill him, pressing his lips together thoughtfully.

“Why,” he begins quietly, through a jaw that is clenched tightly shut, “why would you say that?” He still is turned away from her, ears turned backwards to show his displeasure of their conversation, eyes staring into the path of the forest that would lead them to Sylva. He is hurt by her accusation, but a heaviness begins to fill his chest and he knows the familiar feeling - guilt begins to boil and grow, and he searches his mind for what he could have possibly done to let her think he suddenly did not find her capable of a diplomatic visit, or undeserving of his trust.

Warrick

@[Amorette] <3