[private] call me the world's sexiest killing machine; lacey

[Wallace]

this time I’m torn, please wake me if I lose that face
search in these eyes: there’s still fire in the darkness

She was honestly too exhausted to care. She kept walking whether he followed or not.

He started talking more hesitantly, something so unlike him, and she frowned, throwing a glance his way. Talk to him? What, like friends? No. They weren't that. She couldn't be that. And his Lacey? No, not that either. Because he was not hers and never would be.

"I could come with you. Curl up somewhere cozy and hold you. You don't have to be alone, if... if you don't wanna be."

She stopped and rounded on him, brown eyes flashing with a flicker of bitterness. "What do you want, Kir!? What do you want from me? I AM alone. Nobody could ever want me after you. So what-- Why are you following me. Why do you pretend to care? Just don't. Just go about your way and DON'T."

She immediately hated everything she said, wanted to take it all back and have left in stoic silence instead. She can only handle so much hurt though, and he was deeply confusing and driving her mad, pushing her to irrational reactions and she just needed to get away. So she kept walking, her tail flicking sharply behind her.

She would find Kali and hold her again.
Curl up with her baby where the love was real.

Wallace