angelicborn:
“You know, I actually mourned the loss of you.” Diana stated, her voice still quiet; her eyes never leaving the other’s. “You were so vague, I thought you ran away to die. Because why would the one I adored send me back into a cage without any kind of explanation? And even then, why would the one I devoted three years of my life towards not believe that I’d want to help with whatever quest you went on?” Diana’s father left before she was born. Her mother sent her away when she was seventeen. And now the one she loves left her a year ago. What else is she supposed to feel other than utter betrayal and anger?
The emphasis of certain words was like nails in her proverbial coffin. They hurt more than she’d planned but yet in still, emotion never wavered in her features. They were left purposely blank, a clean slate because she couldn’t currently afford the weakness. “As did I.” Admitted honestly, her tone taking just the slightest hit on that one, the idea of permanent separation, the idea of what it would mean if she had - it was a nightmare all it’s own. A finger reached up and traced the scar that ran the length of her own cheek, a demonstration of course. “Still could.” Admitted, while the threat seemed to lessen it was surely not dead. Not that easily. “It’s not that I didn’t believe that, it’s that there are plenty of things in this world I am willing to risk, including myself - but never you.”

















