Redhawk Caldera But I can't fight anymore for you

He was here, but as usual, the response was... unexpected. Only Bronco could make her second guess such a set decision with a single sentence. Even despite her better mood, she prickled defensively.

Right, silly me. Suppose I should have just looked first. I'll remember that next time. She couldn't help it. She'd come here for.... god. Did she really want to do this?

Did she even really know who he was anymore? She wasn't sure. She thought she had, but ever since he'd come back, it felt like there was some huge impassible wall between the two of them. This was the only way she knew of trying to get through. It was worth it on the off chance that maybe what they used to have was still in there, somewhere.

Fennec took a breath, then let it out, trying to find that lightness from a moment ago. It really did feel good to finally be at the point where she knew. Asking was never the hard part, but that didn't mean she wasn't nervous. I want you to be my mate, Bronco.

She delivered it about as romantically as if she'd made a comment about the weather, but there was definitely an undercurrent of nervous energy to her. I can take care of myself. I can take care of Killdeer too - I have so far. It isn't about that and it never was. I just want to be there, wherever you are. And I want to know that you trust me enough to let me choose for myself, because I can. I don't need you to protect me.

There, she'd said it. A little of a combative ending note there, but what the hell did she ever know about romance? She stood there silently after, waiting for a response. Fennec was uncomfortably aware that this was completely out of the blue - she wondered what the worst way he could shut her down was. Drowning himself again was probably top of the list.