Bonesplinter Ravine Nod my head, don’t close my eyes

Her breathing seemed to have slowed a bit and she’s catching her breath now. It doesn’t stop her from looking up to him with pure, unadulterated hatred in her beautiful eyes. The eyes he remembers looking at him with such care, want, lust. Then she’s speaking and it takes him a second to understand what the fuck she just said. He would visibly freeze as she got up into her seated position mentioning how he should just get it over with and throw her in the pit.

Finally he looks away. An obvious contemplative frown on his maw. Cream brows knitted together and yellow eyes averted. He would get up and walk a few paces towards the ravine, facing his back to her. But before he went, Simmik would definitely be able to see a certain type of hurt in his eyes. A deep one. One that he keeps hidden. 

“Let’s go.” He says softly. 

Emotion swirls in his voice and he realizes something. Her words echoing in his head. There’s only one reason he hasn’t stopped thinking about her for months. Why he hates seeing her like this. Why he hates hurting her emotionally or physically, but he keeps doing it. She gave him so many chances and boy did he fuck it up. Well, he’s fucked it up royally now. Right when he realizes that, yeah, he loves her. It hurts. He hates this feeling. Trying to think of anything but this. Trying to remember things his father has told him about these types of situations. He’s got to hard up. But how?

He doesn’t have the energy to contemplate this shit tonight. Or maybe he doesn’t want to. He’s about to fall asleep standing up. So he repeats the words a bit louder just in case she didn’t hear him the first time.

This time, the “Let’s go.” Comes out just as soft, but with a little less emotion. He starts walking. Expecting her to follow.