Swiftcurrent Creek All that was undone was done when we were young

the blonde says the name like the commander is supposed to know it; as if it should ring bells of acknowledgement.

all it rings is the sound in her ears, the twist of her visceral and instinctual reactions: the stab of an spear thru her heart.

the shuttering of a festering crush like the shattering of glass. for it wasn't love. couldn't be!

love was weakness. hadn't she learned that when she'd watched her mother suffer through her father's sudden and unspoken abandonment? chase him to lands unknown ... only to be met with endless disappointment.

that does mean bellatrix wants to hear the blonde fawn over this lestan mayfair. the commander scoffs in the shadows. she is being petty, she knows. it was no one's fault but her own — to let beauty lure her in. distract her.

then you should go seek this mayfair man. bellatrix steps aside, wondering why despite the sourness bubbling in her throat she is choosing to be a masochist and stay.