Sun Mote Copse A runaway once more

His anger was brutal to her ears, his words sharp and piercing. Why could she not just say it? That's what he wants so badly. She grimaced. I've never said it to anyone before, am I ready to even say it. She toyed with the vowel on her tongue, but was quickly halted.

His eyes were deep pools of fury, a festering anger that must have been triggered by some long lost memory. She flinched as his eyes pierced her own, spying the resolve within. She was starting to back away when he pounced, albeit lightly, onto her. Her eyes were wide with fright. All she had done was tell him how she felt, but was that not good enough? 

Her ears flattened to her skull, her head turning away from his and hiding the vulnerable nape of her neck. She wanted to scream "I don't know!", yet she deigned to respond to his words. If I don't say what he wants to hear...will he do this every time? An involuntary shudder ran through her.

The weight pressing her to the ground relented, lifting away. She remained for a few seconds, wondering if she would be pushed back down if she tried to get up. Finally, she pull herself to her feet, keeping her head completely away from meeting the man's gaze. Her tail was tucked, her back arched to keep her lower to the earth. She was the picture of submission, an unnatural sight compared to her usual attitude.

He spoke her name softly, but she refused to face him. Anything she said would probably just trigger him again. She took a sharp intake of breath when he apologized, but did not utter a word. This man had gone from tender to furious, and then back to tender. What else did she not know about him? Would he do this every time she did not reply in a way he wished. She was wrought with confusion and pain. She had merely wished to make sure that the first time she said 'I love you' was special, instead she had caused this rucus. She grimaced, Its all your fault Feyre, why couldn't you just give him what he wanted?