"So busy that you haven't found five minutes in almost a month to spare?" It was her own damn fault, truly, but she'd been certain that he was avoiding her. That he was so disgusted by what she'd done that he couldn't handle the idea of being near her. "I'm pretty sure people who are dating actually try to find time to date, sugar."
She'd made her bed, and she was okay with laying in it. She'd lost Ethan, as anticipated. She was prepared to lose Clive over it, too; it's just that she preferred to be alerted when she'd lost people. It simplified things.
She wasn't going to apologize for this, though. "It was," she answered with some steel in her voice. "You probably won't ever understand why, but I had to. Part of my job as a guard is being able to protect this castle and this Suit, no matter the cost. That means being prepared to die for it, or to kill for it. It means being capable of fighting to the death to defend it all." And that's exactly what it had been.
"...You didn't say a word the rest of that night, Clive. You were pissed, even though you were quiet about it. I'm not actually a complete moron, y'know."
She was an insecure woman, particularly in relationships. This one had been going so well until she challenged to Five, but since then, there'd been...nothing. Not a kiss, not a smile, not a fleeting brush of fingers. Nothing. And it was wearing on her, making her doubt him and second-guess herself. Not good or healthy, but true nonetheless.
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She'd made her bed, and she was okay with laying in it. She'd lost Ethan, as anticipated. She was prepared to lose Clive over it, too; it's just that she preferred to be alerted when she'd lost people. It simplified things.
She wasn't going to apologize for this, though. "It was," she answered with some steel in her voice. "You probably won't ever understand why, but I had to. Part of my job as a guard is being able to protect this castle and this Suit, no matter the cost. That means being prepared to die for it, or to kill for it. It means being capable of fighting to the death to defend it all." And that's exactly what it had been.
"...You didn't say a word the rest of that night, Clive. You were pissed, even though you were quiet about it. I'm not actually a complete moron, y'know."
She was an insecure woman, particularly in relationships. This one had been going so well until she challenged to Five, but since then, there'd been...nothing. Not a kiss, not a smile, not a fleeting brush of fingers. Nothing. And it was wearing on her, making her doubt him and second-guess herself. Not good or healthy, but true nonetheless.