Arrow Lake atemlos

"ve all need time alone," mahler pressed gently, unwilling to accept her warm regard of him. he must suffer, yes; he must pay for not only abandoning diaspora in its time of need, but dallying with aurëwen in the wake of takiyok's admission of her own feelings for the general. that was a betrayal he would never admit, but one beneath which he suffered even now.
"thank you, takiyok," mahler whispered in a tone that broke at its edges. shifting closer upon the dirt that had too recently held the stain of stigmata's blood, he swallowed and nudged her ear gingerly. how selfish he was! how very selfish! to seek comfort in her when he had found his lust elsewhere.
and mahler's heart broke anew.