The wolfdog stood fast. Fleeing was a bad trait in a solider, and he wasn't about to start. The man's temper was growing violent, and he noted the tension in his body, the sound of his growls filling his ears. Sidra growled as well, but Alister was still and silent. Nothing else could be said, the truth was out, and he had a feeling that if he spoke the other man would lose control. His ears were low and his tail was limp. He kept his gaze from meeting the man's issuing not the slightest hint of challenge. Movement caught his eye and he turned his head to watch Sidra push forward, almost defensively. His brows furrowed, and the tawny's mans mouth opened just slightly in question. After all this, she wanted to defend him? Her attempt was half-hearted and went unnoticed by her lover, but still, it surprised him, as unnecessary as it was. He was quite prepared to receive whatever punishment he was like to get. Aro had a right to be angry, and Alister would suffer the consequences of his actions. He didn't move away when Sidra's lover approached, all pomp and circumstance, arms tensed as if to strike. Instead, he braced himself for impact, but the sound of his fist hitting the wall startled him. His eyes darted swiftly upward, brows furrowed, and Alister moved aside when his form stormed past him. The sound of a door slamming caused his ears to twitch backwards. Pools of amber, brown, and green were dark as he stared the floor for a moment, a sigh falling from his russet muzzle as relief washed over him.
He could breath again and was able to analyze the situation and the man's behavior. He turned to look in the direction her lover had disappeared to, a sharp frown crossing his muzzle. "Oh, yes, he's very...er...'manly'. Totally understand what you see in him." Sarcasm sharpened his words as he spoke them, gaze returning to the dusky minx. The man's temper hadn't been at all endearing, and the wolfdog saw it as laughably childish. He still felt guilty for what they had done, sure, he doubted that would ever change, and knew he deserved to be punished, but not quite to this extent. Aro had gone a little too far, and Alister didn't envy the conversation the pair of them would have after he left.
His gaze darkened at her tone of voice, he didn't like it one bit. She used him, for the necklace...for revenge. If anyone should be angry, it was him, but unlike Aro he wasn't about to take it out on her. He nodded, agreeing whole-heartedly. He didn't want to stay here another second. "Right, I'll just go sod off, then." Her words caused a bitter taste in his mouth, it had been his mother's, she could have respected that at least, should have. His hand curled around the steel shape defensively, assuring himself that it was still there. The tawny man turned and began to walk away, but paused once to look back. "Her name was Rowan, by the way..." Alister's voice was soft as he spoke of her, to get Sidra to realize just what it was she had stolen from him, why he'd put her through this. To the knight it was more than a pendant, it was his only reminder of just what he had lost, of what could have been.
Returning to normal the tawny man smirked, "Oh, and...good luck." His eyes darted towards the room where her lover was fuming, then back to her. The bitter humor in his visage was enough to show the utter lack of sincerity in his wishes. As compassionate as the man was, compassion had limits, and he was almost pleased of the situation he'd left them in. No doubt she'd be getting an ear full soon enough. It never had to be this way. She was just too damn stubborn. Worse was the fact that even now he couldn't get their night together out of his memory. As awkward as it had turned out she was still the only woman he'd been intimate with. And he'd never be able to forget.
Photo courtesy of Temari 09
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