Fox's Glade [M]Macchiato

Suzu's lilac gaze bore into him, searching from one eye to the next -- trying to find the chink in his armor, he imagined.

His rage transmuted into something other -- she was the second to share first hand information on the reasons surrounding Etienne's departure. So Etienne had blabbed to everyone but him -- further salt strewn into an already rancid wound.

Anselm drew to his full height, his ebbing lust repatriated to colder shores. Suzu, along with Druid -- along with everyone -- didn't get it.

No such hope sparked in Anselm's eye -- only the dying glimmer of a collapsed star. He left, Suzu. Anselm reiterated, this time his tone so icy even he was surprised.

Why did he had to explain to people that you did not leave the things you loved? Vhen people show you vho they are, believe them.