Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

It took only a matter of moments and then he was gone, his grip released and the girl set free. His question rang through her head, playing on repeat whilst she considered her answer—all whilst keeping still, facing away from him and wholly uncertain of her next course of action. If not for the nudge, she likely would have remained trapped within her own mind for an even greater length of time, but the contact had her swinging around to face him—but the usual rage that filled her gaze when looking at him was missing. She didn’t know what she was feeling anymore, or even what her opinion of him was.

“No,” was the first word to leave her mouth, a lie born from her troubled state of mind. Yet, she could not maintain it and quickly retracted her denial of enjoyment, replacing it with, “I don’t… I don’t know.” Per usual, a frown tugged at her lips, except it was not directed at him but herself; she wasn’t used to this. “I—uh...” she fumbled around for the right thing to say, only to find that there was no right thing this time. “Did you like it?” She wanted him to say no so she would have a reason to agree, a way to better smooth out the lies that threatened to spill from her mouth. She didn’t want to like it, she wanted to hate everything about him and the things he did but she couldn’t.