08-28-2018, 10:20 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]For all of his many faults, Winter was a patient sort of creature. Claws digging into him did nothing to deter him, and he simply took the stabbing pain without a change of expression. After a moment, gently shakes his paw away from hers to listen with the same gentle silence. Unlike Feyre, he finds no anger sparking in his chest. Like he'd said before, he's patient. Thea hardly seems like a bad person (no, he knows what bad people look like). When she swipes at him, the lion moves to direct her paw elsewhere with a backwards bat of his own, the soft, already bleeding backside a clear, distinct opposite of the scarred pads and strong claws. "It wasn't nothing if you got time with them," he says, reproachful and firm yet oddly gentle, for him being who he is. Some small fragment of him begins to ache with more familiarity, but Winter is older than even he recognizes, and he will not allow himself to grieve like this.
As Feyre speaks up, ice blue eyes narrow and he turns to face her fully, rounded ears pulled backwards. He wants to tell her that she shouldn't have offered this hope if she couldn't ensure she would follow through, but the words are out now, and the consequences will be hers. He glances back at Thea. "If anything changes with their deaths, let it be how you see who you are. You act for them."
As Feyre speaks up, ice blue eyes narrow and he turns to face her fully, rounded ears pulled backwards. He wants to tell her that she shouldn't have offered this hope if she couldn't ensure she would follow through, but the words are out now, and the consequences will be hers. He glances back at Thea. "If anything changes with their deaths, let it be how you see who you are. You act for them."
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｢ I KNEW THAT SOMETHING WOULD ALWAYS RULE ME. ｣