i am not your autumn moon

Gonna go ahead and wrap this up here, love. Great thread!!! I LOVE writing with you. You bring out so many interesting and complicated emotions in Atti. :)

Atticus didn't know how much more of this shit he could take. As she pulled away from him, her brilliant verdant eyes lingering on the ground, Atticus abruptly got up and moved away from her. A frustrated growl rumbled in his throat and he cast irate, accusing blue eyes back at her. "Dammit, Hawkeye, quit opening the fucking door for me if you're just going to immediately slam it in my face again." His ears were flattened and he glared at her for a moment longer, before he decided he really didn't want to look at her anymore. He was sick of her crap, sick of being strung along and played for whatever cheap thrill it gave her. His voice, that of a flustered and angry lover spurned moments before, was hard and flat as he added, "I have things to do. Have a nice day." Without another word, he turned and trotted briskly away.