rise to the rush

Thistle turned again and stared at him You really don't get it do you. she shook her head and turned back around continuing her slow amble towards the foliage intent to find a shady spot for privacy. Thistle knew that if it had been Nerian first she would not be here now, yet he continued to tell her he loved her more that she wasn't second best, well she called bull shit on that, but she was tired of fighting she just wanted to move on with her life, she wanted him to finish breaking her heart so she didn't have to deal with this much else, how he could continue the break she didn't know and truth be told she didn't want to think about it, but this position right now she needed ot move on from because it was slowly killing her and he didn't even get it, didn't have a clue and she imagined he didn't care, but why should he he was getting what he wanted in the end the one woman he was in love with and her replacement. And she could be very wrong, but that was how she saw it for now. She'd let him prove her wrong, after all he was a man of action she didn't think he could, but maybe just yet, for now she just wanted to forget everything for a little while, one thing he was very good at.

Thistle snorted at that and said softly, No Ragnar you are not when it comes to feelings and emotions and anything else, but that is an argument for another day. Now come here, i'm tired of this fighting, just make me forget for a bit okay. And then she waited patiently the sun slanting across half her face.