“I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long—come here, I missed you.”
The fairy sniffed and wiped away the tears from her eyes. “…M’not crying.” She demanded in a small voice, scrubbing away the tears and shrugging away from his opened arms. She had been waiting outside the little restaurant since sunset waiting for him, and felt like a complete idiot. She had tried to look nice for the occasion, but her fancy bun hand long since lost its luster, the glow of her makeup faded and her wings had long since drooped to her sides.
“You said you would be bake in time for dinner, that you just needed to drop something off at Tink’s workshop. If you didn’t want to come you could have just said so instead of making me wait here like an idiot!” The alchemist hugged her knees close to her chest, refusing to look at the Sparrow Man as a mix of emotions fought for control.
Her response sent a wave of guilt over him, even stronger than the regret he already felt for letting her down. Terence didn’t blame her for being upset, but he wished she would let him attempt to make it right. Furrowing his eyebrows at her refusal of the offered apologetic gesture, his features pulled into an uncharacteristic frown. There were few things Terence hated, and his other wing’s pain was one of them.
“I’d fly backward if I could, Zarina. Of course I wanted to come--I just got caught up on the way, and everyone wanted something and I felt obligated...There’s no excuse, I know. But I promise, I didn’t mean to stand you up. If there’s anything I could do...” He reached out to her again to lay a hand gently on her shoulder, worried she would reject the contact once more.
