11-16-2021, 10:34 PM
YOU'RE WALKING IN THE SHADOWS OF YOUR FEAR AND YOU'RE HEADED
FOR THE GALLOWS, SIN AROUND YOUR THROAT AND NO ONE'S NEAR
FOR THE GALLOWS, SIN AROUND YOUR THROAT AND NO ONE'S NEAR
She has been avoiding him, and while he did not understand why at first, he let her. He watched her silently from the shadows, always cautious of being unseen as he tried to piece together what he had done wrong—because he could only assume that it was something he had done. He thinks that maybe she had changed her mind on forgiving him, that perhaps the scar of his betrayals ran too deep and she realized she could not move past them. He can’t say that he would blame her for it, though he had made a concentrated effort since their reconciliation to not give her a reason to doubt him. He knew that he could not undo all the things that he had done, and that it was unfair to expect her to forgive and forget.
But the longer he watched her (stalked her was more like it) the more things began to fall into place, and the less he understood.
He noticed that she was pregnant, knew almost instantly that they were not his, and while it suddenly made sense why she had locked herself away from him and their own children, he still could not find a logical reason for it. It did not seem like her to seek out revenge against him, though he would not hold it against her if she had.
It’s a darker thought that twists through him like a knife, though, this idea that someone had hurt her and she had not thought it safe to come to him.
This is what plagues him, and this is what drives him away, and why for the next few weeks, he does not follow her.
When he finds her tonight it is mostly by accident, having just finished hunting in the forests that flank this section of the riverlands. Still in his canine form as he prowls along the treeline he is momentarily caught off guard by the silhouette of the hellhound sitting at the bank, but he would know her anywhere and in any shape, and his chest twinges painfully in response. Without even thinking he slips silently across the grass, stopping not far from her.
“You can’t avoid me forever,” he says, and his voice sounds rougher than he had meant for it to be, but it is only the hurt he feels trying to find a release. Immediately he softens, lowering his red gaze and following her own to the rapids that she watches in the river. “I wish you'd tell me what's wrong instead of hiding.”
But the longer he watched her (stalked her was more like it) the more things began to fall into place, and the less he understood.
He noticed that she was pregnant, knew almost instantly that they were not his, and while it suddenly made sense why she had locked herself away from him and their own children, he still could not find a logical reason for it. It did not seem like her to seek out revenge against him, though he would not hold it against her if she had.
It’s a darker thought that twists through him like a knife, though, this idea that someone had hurt her and she had not thought it safe to come to him.
This is what plagues him, and this is what drives him away, and why for the next few weeks, he does not follow her.
When he finds her tonight it is mostly by accident, having just finished hunting in the forests that flank this section of the riverlands. Still in his canine form as he prowls along the treeline he is momentarily caught off guard by the silhouette of the hellhound sitting at the bank, but he would know her anywhere and in any shape, and his chest twinges painfully in response. Without even thinking he slips silently across the grass, stopping not far from her.
“You can’t avoid me forever,” he says, and his voice sounds rougher than he had meant for it to be, but it is only the hurt he feels trying to find a release. Immediately he softens, lowering his red gaze and following her own to the rapids that she watches in the river. “I wish you'd tell me what's wrong instead of hiding.”
T O R R Y N
@despoina