my heart's on fire—anditsdefinitelynotbecauseofyou

[color=#008e02]“I've had a lot of practice over the years, it’s about the only way to keep Ruth in line,”[/color] she growled back. She still shook her hand, pain flaring along the limb in contest with her frustration and inflamed temper.

Narrowed eyes landed on his back, but they softened, shifting away as he confessed the truth of it. His words stung, but she refused to shed more tears, only sniffed and shuffled her feet.

[color=#008e02]“We’ll never know what could’ve been, because you chose for me. That’s not how this works, Nairn.”[/color] Her bruising hand gestured between them. [color=#008e02]“To be Vhenan, is to be equal, in partnership with… you don’t decide my life, my love. I do.” [/color]

Her shoulders rolled, jerking between annoyance and exasperation. Humour won out and she’d snort,[color=#008e02] “A little bit, and good. Be glad I didn’t set you on fire… not that I would, but…. I am mad at you. And I love you. But I’m so… UGH!”[/color] Meg dropped her face into her hands, hiding her face and the quiet growling with the days revelations.[color=#008e02] [/color]

[color=#008e02]“...my hand also hurts so… we’re even I suppose.” [/color]