Lion Head Mesa You've got smoke in your eyes

the words which flowed from him were soft and cruel. satsu was breathless. wounded by the fine blade of his tongue. a sheen carried across her vision immediately as if she had been stung - and hadn't she?
the boy was distracted; she took that moment to suck a silent breath and white knuckle her composure before he saw. all that was on crowfeathers mind, again, always, was germanicus!
you are not my queen.
how could he be so cold?
never.
it is not the first or the last time that someone far-away threatens me, or those i - the people dear to me, she grimaces in the dark to keep from tearing up again; my family. i must trust in them.
she finds her trust in him intimately shaken.