Qeya River dance the ghost with me

she didn't believe him in the same way he didn't believe her. her teeth clench tight in her mouth, jaw grinding;
why was she scolded for running away, when silvertongue hadn't been for the stint in the desert? all he was doing was proving her point.
the audacity! the hubris! i'm delusional? how would you have felt if i had fucked eshe front back and sideways before you came along, eh? if you found out i'd apparently met up with her in secret after you got married? if you knew that we both still had feelings for one another? you're tellin' me you wouldn't flip the fuck out?!
you're just like me, akavir, the words spill out of her like glowing red venom. way more than you'd ever care to admit. maybe that's the reason everyone you love leaves you, too.
mae's fine, by the way, he says; as if wren would care about the brat who spat in her face the same way her father did right now. but she does not voice this, only mirrors his patronizing scoff with one of her own.
he turns to leave, and she does not follow, only lingers to make sure he is truly gone before tears begin to paint dark rivers down her cheeks yet again. when only silence is left in the shade of akavir's space, she turns to storm after @Silvertongue.