Post by ariagrey on Jul 28, 2021 2:07:31 GMT
Mira hesitantly took the papers, listening to Saint's words. The drawings were so detailed, every mark had a purpose. He was beyond talented. The fact he had captured her likeness, even only having seen her once that first time, was remarkable. Why should she expect anything less from him at this point. He moved through the world with ease, good at everything he does or tried. Saint is in a total league all his own.
Mira hardly had time to process all the information she had just been given before Saint's last statement struck her. She flinched as if she had been slapped, arms falling to her sides along with the drawings. "What?" She said shocked. "What are you talking about?" Her words were slow, but with an edge. "That wasn't the plan." Her brow furrowed as she searched his eyes. "Don't do this. I don't need you to be selfsacraficing." Her body ached to touch him and the thought of losing him devistated her more than she could have imagined. "You knew my plan was to fight him all along." Her anger was starting to seep out. "You knew there was a chance I might die. A-and now, what? You make all the shots?" It took all that was in her to not crumple the drawings in her fists. "You suggest to turn me. You decided when to let me in. You tell me I can't so this and I can't do that." She shook her head, feeling a hars lump in her throat. "Now you want to decide my fate for me?" She let the papers fall to the floor and closed the space between them, her hands coming up to cup either side of his face. "Callen is my burden." Her voice was soft, her fierceness still present in her eyes. "If I die, then. . ." Her right thumb stroked his cheek, a sad half-smile played on her lips. "At least you showed me something real."
Mira hardly had time to process all the information she had just been given before Saint's last statement struck her. She flinched as if she had been slapped, arms falling to her sides along with the drawings. "What?" She said shocked. "What are you talking about?" Her words were slow, but with an edge. "That wasn't the plan." Her brow furrowed as she searched his eyes. "Don't do this. I don't need you to be selfsacraficing." Her body ached to touch him and the thought of losing him devistated her more than she could have imagined. "You knew my plan was to fight him all along." Her anger was starting to seep out. "You knew there was a chance I might die. A-and now, what? You make all the shots?" It took all that was in her to not crumple the drawings in her fists. "You suggest to turn me. You decided when to let me in. You tell me I can't so this and I can't do that." She shook her head, feeling a hars lump in her throat. "Now you want to decide my fate for me?" She let the papers fall to the floor and closed the space between them, her hands coming up to cup either side of his face. "Callen is my burden." Her voice was soft, her fierceness still present in her eyes. "If I die, then. . ." Her right thumb stroked his cheek, a sad half-smile played on her lips. "At least you showed me something real."