love :  my muse confronts your muse about why they never say â i love you â back. -Dew
One Word Prompts // open
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It was vicious, Dew slamming his hands on the table in front of him, tail swinging as he hissed the words spitefully.
He supposed he deserved it.
It wasn't fair.
"What do you mean?" He asked quietly, hands cupped around the tea mug that had been rattled with the Fire Ghoul's tantrum, "I'm pretty sure I've said it before." He met the fiery gaze with conflicted dark eyes.
He was fed up. Aether had avoided saying it for weeks. Slamming his hands on the table, Dew looked at Aether, who calmly had his tea placed in front of him.
"You know what I mean, Aeth. Its been weeks since you last said it." The fire ghoul spat, upset with his friend.
The fire ghoul wasn't used to Aether being so distant, only a while back he heard the words almost every day. It wasn't fair, he just wanted to feel loved too.
Dewdrop crossed his hands in front of his chest, meeting the quintessences ghoul gaze.















