the mist never stops showing her what’s coming, and she knows to expect the worst — she hadn’t expect that Gareth would call her name and disappear before she could see her face. all that she heard for what felt like hours was her laugh, a sound that nearly brought her to her knees. others had appeared but never allowed her to see beyond the fog, almost everyone that she bothered to remember. everyone but him.
no. she’s not surprised. hopeful? yes, absolutely yes.
“—Oberon.” the only reason she doesn’t immediately raise her head is to take a moment and breathe inwardly — or she would do something that she would regret. as soon as her mind clears, her shoulders tremble and shake furiously tight. if anyone were close, they could have heard a sniffle, maybe swear they had seen tears. it all disappears when her face looks up and reveals anger. “if you want to see another morning, I suggest you to start talking or I’ll squash you like a bug!”
@falsifaed — MISTIFIED