Redsand Canyon Lord knows it's taken a hell of a beating

Ironically, one of the main reasons their relationship had lasted this long was also one of her only complaints about her husband. When he spoke, she often couldn’t tell what he was thinking; he had an annoyingly formal tone that didn’t deliver for shit as far as emotion went. It was a minor complaint, and only one she noticed when she was trying to dig for more information; moments like this.

She did have to think about it. This one was harder to describe than some because most of the feeling she got had been internal. There’s an energy to it. She turned her face towards him so she could better hear, but didn’t move from her slight perch. It’s expectant, but in a good way. Like it’s just waiting to see what we’ll do so it can deliver on it. It’s hard to explain, but it’s been a while since I felt this sure of anything ahead. Maybe never.

Then she huffed out a quiet laugh. Maybe I just forgot what optimism feels like. She couldn’t help adding a note of skepticism for his benefit as well as her own. She’d never let herself trust entirely that anything she thought she saw, or felt, was the absolute truth.

It was also a bit vulnerable, letting hope in like this. Too much of that and Germanicus might get the impression that she was sentimental. True or not, it wasn’t something she felt like accepting for herself. Being jaded was by far the simpler option.