@inhalcyon .
for so long, daxton could never muster an idea of what's been brewing inside her. it was always everything at once, it came and went in giant bursts and subsides when a distraction rose to the forefront of her mind. but here she stood, in front of the man she's found herself stupidly in love with, and she can finally pinpoint what's inside her. an anger, and what an anger it is. ❛ you know, i don't get you. ❜ her voice is stern, but somehow still oozes the same softness that's always within her. she could never be so cruel to another, which is why it always comes right through. as if she was transparent, though she was far from it. naive was a better word to describe it, easily driven in by something she adores so deeply. ❛ you're bloody oblivious, it's like speaking to a tree. ❜ she eyes his hand, the one where HER ring resides. it almost mocks her. to think she'd been so foolish, awestruck and falling in over her head. in reality, she thinks none of this, but something in her has woken up and she needs some way to rid of that feeling. the anger. without thinking much, daxton reaches out and touches his chin, the pad of her thumb gracing his flesh there like it's the best thing in the entire world. ❛ please say something. b-be fucking mad at me or something. ❜
