Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

Screech would never admit to being a sensitive individual. Not to anyone. Warriors certainly were not a soft bunch, and after everything he'd been through, the boy thought of himself as quite a shallow thing, an empty thing. It was a mask which would save him from heartbreak — but still, when she responded negatively to his hushed question, he felt the familiar sensation of lossand of hurt. It was deeper than he'd ever felt it before. Stabbing, twisting in the core of him.

He didn't hear her backpedaling after that; Screech reacted to her lack of kindness with his own. Her question was met with a frigid, No, which he followed with a hasty nip to her waist. In truth he didn't know what to feel any more than she did, and he had enjoyed what brief contact there bad been. But her reaction spurned him. Screech was instantly defensive as he backed away from her, flashing his teeth and staring at the dirt. You should — he started, but was curtailed by a hitch in his voice. He turned so that she could only see his empty socket then, unwilling to be the subject of her torment if she caught on to his true feelings - You, just... Just fuck off. 

Although he didn't have as much aggression in his voice at this point, the chill was palpable. If she didn't leave now then Screech wasn't sure what he'd do, but he knew someone would be checking in soon and the dark girl would be at the mercy of the Ravenblood pack.