While I could see well enough thanks to my...
supernatural nature
, the only light at all came from occasional
lightning flashes
through small, grimy windows. And the cracks around the
now busted door
.
Rusty garden tools hung from pegs on the walls and more stacks of similar crates to the one she is gesturing
that I should sit on
occupied one corner. The next
thunderclap
that shook the small structure made me
vocalize something too close to a whimper
.
I couldn’t suppress
my fear
and my heart rate spiked. A response to the sudden noise that I
couldn’t control
- despite knowing exactly what caused the sound,
scientifically
. Thanks to Helene.
"Not a fan of thunderstorms?"
"It’s just noise. I’m fine."
Kyrie asked me with a
nonjudgmental
tone, but I answered quickly. Dismissively,
defensively
, and altogether much too obvious that I am bothered. As I always seem to be
around her
about something or other.
> Honestly, I feel like I was doing a fine job of trying to drive her away. It doesn’t make sense. How she can just handle my prickly talk so- Why does she have to keep doing that at me... Vrika, focus! The truth is, I feel like hiding myself right now so I can’t do something I’ll regret... but it feels more Princess to stand this way instead. And it feels better to hug myself during the lightning than not. With her hair damp, it smells different. But as much as it ignites me in all the wrong ways, as much as being closer will risk things, it’s also making me feel safe. Which is probably quite wrong, too. I suppose it takes a liar to recognize one. Which also makes us good at detecting the truth, even if we don’t always believe it out of the lips of others. Because we hardly believe ourselves... I know she must want to hold me. To mark me. But she won’t, because of everything I’ve declared before. Why do I actually believe that? Stay awake, probably. Maintain... vigilance? Vrika... <
Falling asleep this quickly in the arms of an Alpha werewolf who had designs to
make me her mate
is the worst. Especially while I had a child inside I needed to
stay awake and protect
. But my body and brain had
other ideas
.
My
consciousness
drifted like it was caught in a whirlpool... I vaguely registered my hand around
elastics...
pulling my hair down before I slept. The release of tension against my scalp was
immediately soothing
.
And... I
remembered
nothing much
after that.