Qeya River tu el aire que respiro yo

set immediately after this thread!

jealousy is an ugly thing to feel.
and in that moment it ravaged wren, swam up her stomach and into her throat, leeched off of her heartbeat and the air in her lungs. anger could not quite describe it, nor could sadness, nor could numbness; it was everything and nothing all at once, and it was nauseating.
@Silvertongue was not far away from where she and akavir had just been, and it took little for wren to piece together the clues as to why. when her eyes land upon her wife, she feels a tear in her chest, a sundering; was she just paranoid? would she even be honest with her? what if, what if, what if;
she does not meet her with anger, instead with a shaky sigh as she settles down into a sit. she avoids her eyes as she says the simple phrase no spouse ever wants to hear: we need to talk.