@ericxaquino.
“You can’t just barge here without my permission.” Their personal ties became a hinderance at times on Èdelie, refusing to dismiss his rationality for being at the premises of her home. There’d not been a warning, a message, let alone a phone call to signify his presence, and to embrace this during the after hours of her tiresome work schedule is a burden. Given the scheme of their interactions since this past summer, Èdelie didn’t mind his unannounced appearance ever so often if it meant satisfying their arousals, however once the frigid weather overtook Rome at the end of November and death plagued the supernatural community, her care decreased severely. Certain priorities needed to be met within her own coterie and the lycan’s inconsistency became nothing short of a distraction since the two couldn’t align on what their allegiance needs to be. Èdelie has made it clear to everyone the eladrins pressing matters come first; the brunette sacrificed too much for her to decide otherwise. From Aurora to Farenduil, they embodied who she desires to be in the years to come. In a prompt tone, she assured, “Whatever you’re in need of isn’t found here.” Thus, molding her into the small, perrpihal box she previously fought to be in.
Bitterness indeed seeped through her teeth, morally aware that from her womb, the truth is said, yet disappointed that she has to reiterate Eric’s own words to convey their message once said months prior. Èdelie didn’t put them in this predicament, Eric did; she may be wrong for abruptly sheltering herself from them upon the period of mourning feys partook in, but she isn’t wrong in rejecting their fluctuant, venomous behavior. Such hostility physically and emotionally drained her. “You have to leave, there are things I need to do —- agendas that need to be met, and you’re not part of that.”
