"I'm glad I'm home, too," he answered automatically, the words murmured into her hair. He didn't ever want to let her go again. There was a shame that was clawing at his insides, tormenting him. It had killed something inside of him to know that she knew. He felt as if it took something away from them for her to know that his body wasn't his own, that he'd been with a hundred others, that he could sleep with her tonight and be told to be with somebody else tomorrow, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He didn't fully understand how she could say she was glad he was home, but there was some relief in that, too.
"Don't tell my sisters," he begged in a low whisper, his hands tangling in her hair as he spoke. Aerona might have been starting to piece things together, but the younger two were still blissfully unaware of the responsibilities that came with being a victor.
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Date: 2014-02-28 03:37 am (UTC)He didn't fully understand how she could say she was glad he was home, but there was some relief in that, too.
"Don't tell my sisters," he begged in a low whisper, his hands tangling in her hair as he spoke. Aerona might have been starting to piece things together, but the younger two were still blissfully unaware of the responsibilities that came with being a victor.