I Was Drinking With Cupid

The dust and dirt that had formed into Sylaise awkwardly shifted, the sediments rippled under the force of magic suspending the Evanaris outside her host. She tried to turn, looking elsewhere than the revelations unfolding between the lovers.

Megara on the other hand continued to stare through Nairn, each breath frayed and catching while trying to listen. She’d chew the inside of her cheek, scowling when words like not important and if it was true tumbled out of his mouth. You knew. Don’t you dare try and say you didn’t know he lived. You just- Her mouth snapped shut, jaw wobbling with the repeating cycle of abandonment. Again, and again, and again. She had been content childless, why want what she couldn’t have?

Her gaze stared off, lost and wrestling with emotions and feelings long buried, attention only returning to him standing, reaching to wipe her tears away. His apology hung in the air, a fragile bridge between them. Flinching, snatching her head back, Meg's expression hardened, tears turning to a fire in her stare.

Nairn, she hissed, voice laced with seething anger, you never told me. Some things we don’t share with each other, but this, this... Her calm snapped, taking the tail of the shawl and she whipped the fabric against his shoulder. Do I mean that little to you that you couldn’t trust me at all!?

Realising she had screamed the last part, Meg sucked in a deep breath and turned on her heels, storming off towards their bedroom.

@Nairn