table © Alaine
ooc: <3 End?
WC: 700+
It seemed that she was getting away.
Escaping the pain of her lost love while he looked on, silent. For a moment, she believed he had finally heard her. And then his large hand was tight around slender arm, stirring within Sylvie a cauldron of fear. Would she really be back to Alaine today? As he spun her, she consented, an electric feeling dashing up her body before he finally released her. He refused to look her in the eye, to see the drying tears streaking silky caramel and cream cheeks. Her tears were stopped, frozen in time as Caillen's actions betrayed his feelings. He had calmed down considerably... regained much of his sense. True to her word, she would have allowed him back into the Hotel at this point. His exhausted face slipped from expression to expression while Sylvie patiently awaited his verdict, stiff and cold in the chilling night air.
Sylvie watched vaguely as Caillen stumbled over his words, an indiscernible phrase mangled by the situation. She rubbed her eyes quickly, doing her best to clear her face of the salty water. A comprehensible phrase left him, regarding his mother, still waiting alone in the hotel for Sylvie's return. She nodded slowly, eyes closing a moment, violet gems lost beneath chocolate lashes. "Aye... I will." She said softly, wondering if this would be the time to leave him be... until something fluttered down upon ivory footpaw. Amethyst gems opened and looked down, surprised to see Caillen's scarf sitting upon her toes. As she bent down to retrieve it, Caillen spoke, explaining his need to leave for a little while. Sylvie sighed quietly, and wrapped the worn checkered scarf around her own neck, the long fraying piece of clothing obviously too large for her... but it held fast to Caillen's scent... at least something to remember him by. "Please... come back sooner or later..." She said softly, almost begging the larger male, toying with the trim on his scarf while staring at her feet.
She would miss him, despite that heated fight, miss him, despite having left him behind, miss him no matter what happened. Silky plume swished agitatedly while the previously snappy miss came down off her angry tangent, taking the time to breathe away from caring for Alaine as a moment to balance herself. "And watch out for the traveling caravans... they have a tendency for trouble..." She reflexively rubbed the back of her neck, fingers easily dividing silky fur to feel the long scars hidden by her thick ruff. In lupus or secui form, Sylvie would never be able to hide them, while in optime her mane grew long enough to cover the spots without hair. She didn't want Caillen to be subjected to the same thing she had been... though his sheer size would likely fend off any attacks. Her eyes slipped shut again as chocolate nose vanished for a moment within the thick scarf, memorizing any changes to his scent before she once again looked Caillen in the eye.
"Take it easy, Caillen..." She said quietly, gently, one slender ivory hand settling onto blue merle muscle, gently touching the now scabbed pricks from Alaine's claws, inciting a moment of tenderness for the broken-hearted female. How many times had her heart broken in light of him? Too many to count. It was a wonder the crystalline muscle continued to beat, continued to stay attached to a soul pulsing with as much pain as itself. A dull ache settled into Sylvie's chest as she retrieved her hand, eyes on the ground, fairy maw directed in the same direction, floppy ears low to her head. This would be goodbye once again, wouldn't it? It was always so much easier to leave without saying goodbye... without having to feel the breaking of her bruised and torn heart each and every time. She sighed quietly, glancing up at him again.
"I... I lo... I hope you find what you're looking for."
She smiled wanly, corners of her mouth quirking upward to form the slight, sheepish grin, before once more she would turn and start back to the Hotel. Alaine would likely be worrying herself sick, wondering if they had fought enough to harm each other on her behalf. She almost wished he would chase her again, but that would be asking too much too soon. Both of them were emotionally drained, dripping invisible wounds cut by the daggers of verbal abusers and vagabonds- only time could tell if he would return again.
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