Fireweed Rise last thing you'll ever see

;(((
YOU SHOULD BEWARE BEWARE BEWARE OF A WOMAN WITH A BROKEN HEART

She watched him crumble under her glare. Skoll Archer, kneeling. The man she had been with all of those days before was stoic, but now, his head hung low. Her head shot back, high and overlooking; brows creasing deeply in neither disapproval or disgust. Only shock. Hecate's lips parted slightly taking a short exhale before clamping up again. He was asking her now, what did she want him to say? Her glare hardened, I trust you. She was still shaking, but it was morphing from rage to anxiety every passing minute. He was showing a sensitive side, his stomach up and vulnerable. It was time she tossed him a bone, after all he had proved himself to be quite the child. Returning from her vapid walk, she extended herself to him, eyes closed. Her nose touching his briefly and then rocking herself so that only their foreheads connected. "I know." A voice so small and soft that she could hide among angels. "Now it's time for yer to show me that I can trust you too." Finally flashing her lids open to expose a green hellfire. "I don't want us to go out this way." She pleaded, another tear sliding its way down her sloping cheek.

the armed queen

There are several fresh rabbit tracks in the mud. Hunt Opportunity

I *think* I have timing down right if Hecate leaves after this? In that case, I'm gonna have Skoll go out looking for her~ Thread tag incoming.

He felt her nose bump into his, then felt her press her forehead to his own. A touch like this, for it to be accepted by him, was very rare indeed. He thought they would remain this way in silence but she continued on; and, when she did, her voice was reduced to a hush. When his eyes slowly opened again, he sought what parts of her face that he could see. Those colorless and pure white eyelashes, the end of her dark nose, the barely-there whiskers on either side of her slender muzzle.

"No," he concurred, "Please, not like this." His glossy eyes welled now with tears of his own. "You make me feel like I don't have to be anyone else but me..." There was a lengthy pause, "I have to hide." He sniffled. "I don't want anyone to see me like this. Will-- Would you like to hide away with me?" His breathing seemed to level at last after a few deep inhales and equally deep exhales. "There's a willow not far from here whose branches touch the ground and hide the trunk from view. No one will find us there... Let me show you how you can trust me again."

i'm a dreamer, i'm a man

i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away