Blackfeather Woods Shadows fall

Wrong.

Believing that he could trust anyone had always proved to be wrong. Giving someone the power over his heart had always proved to be wrong. And like every other time in Damien's life in which he attempted to be a kinder soul, lean towards the light, become a little something other than darkness, showing Astrid his emotions had been wrong.

She shattered him.

The whirlpool of emotions in which Damien was caught in that moment pulled him off balance. Astrid had become pure rage, rage filled by disappointment, by sadness; and Damien, in an attempt to undo his choice of showing Astrid a more tender side, drew back into his shadowed corner, pulling out a scowl tainted with regret and standing up again as though he'd just been insulted like he'd never been before.

Damien simply didn't understand that Astrid was only asking him -- no-- begging him for a reason not to hate his very existence desperately, and in fact, he probably had a lot more power over whatever Astrid did next than he thought.

"I will leave you if that's what you want," he said after a nerve-wrecking silence trying to gather the little dignity he thought he had left, and stared, wanting nothing but to feel every gram of emotion from whatever the star-kissed girl showed him next.