The Sentinels Please believe me don't you see the things you mean to me

Aria wormed in her body, wanted desperately to screech into the sky and roll in the snow to vent all her frustrations. You can't just, tell someone you love them. This isn't how it goes. You do it when you find you love one person. You do it when you're tangled in each other and just listening to the silence of the night. Or when you're alone with them in the middle of and open field, and they tackle you to the ground and kiss your nose and just whisper it to you. To you and only you. She was broken. Her nose crinkled gently and she looked harder at the ground, wanting it to open up and consume her. Perhaps, if she looked hard enough, it was open up elsewhere and consume Behati. 

She muttered something unintelligent and inaudible, her gaze not leaving her feet. It probably had something to do with this whole situation being obnoxious and that she wanted to fucking tear the head off of his second lover- but she couldn't bring herself to speak it any louder. She didn't want to even mention that she wished he could just love her, there was no longer a fight within the girl to allow her to bring rage to Casmir. There was, however, something dangerously attractive about him when he went through a fit of rage. He always was more tender when he calmed. She'd know, she'd made him angry a number of times. 

So instead of angering him further, she pretended that she really was the only one. "I love you too," she murmured softly, still not looking up. She didn't reach for him either, but not because she didn't want to. She too was sick of angering Behati, and tired of confusing Casmir. She longed, however, to hold her head under his and exhale his warm scent.