Redhawk Caldera She's a habit and I can't let go

The feeling of her lover's tongue against her ear was quite soothing, but the tears still slipped down her cheeks like a rainstorm.  She sniffled pathetically as he finally broke the silence that had fallen between them, turning her head so that she could peek up at his face even though her own remained smooshed against his shoulder.  Fin stared at him sadly, uncertain of how to respond.  Would blunt honesty work well here?  Should she tell him that for the past week, her heart had been almost completely absent of any love for him?  That she'd run away because she felt so desperately guilty for wanting to leave him and the entire Caldera behind?  That she'd wanted to run away and start a new life somewhere else?


Uhh.. Nah.

"I've just felt so.. messed up for the past couple of weeks," she responded, slipping her head further to lay in along his arm, "Like I've been so weirdly angry and energetic and just... I don't know.  I feel like I just woke up from a seriously long crazy-as-fuck spell.  Which, thank god I did 'cause I would've missed puke-all-over-the-world time."  Sarcasm ran rampant upon her tongue at the final statement.  With a groan, she rolled onto her side so that her spine was against his stomach and it was towards the wall of her den that she pouted quite intensely.  At least the tears had stopped finally.