She hears what he is saying and knows the truth of it. Sometimes she's wondered if Vax hadn't been so much in love with Keyleth, if... That's something she's never considered. That she was chosen because he couldn't have Vax'ildan.
It's an ugly, horrible thought that freezes the blood in her veins.
Has the one person she's ever loved outside of Vax actually only picked her as second best? Has she failed again to win the real love of someone who she desperately wants to love her?
He speaks of her worth and she bursts into tears, unable to look at him. "Worthy of me? That's rich."
She can't go back to being his friend and his travelling companion. It's too much for her to do that. She knows what he tastes like, how he sounds in the throes of passion, what he looks like after he's sated and pulls her to him, how it feels to be in his arms when she falls asleep and when she wakes. There's no going back from that. Not that there ever was once he pulled back in his quest for revenge, from the brink of madness, just because she asked him to return to her. She'd loved him since that very day. She hadn't taken another lover, even a temporary one, since then.
She considers, briefly, of getting out of this cellar and letting the Raven Queen have her. Whatever the creature haunting her might do to her would hurt less than the thoughts going through her head.
It's worse than returning to Byroden to find the ashen remains of her childhood home and a grave stone instead of a beloved mother. She can't find a way to make the tears stop again. That time it had taken exhaustion to get her to stop, but she's not sure she ever will this time. "It's too much."
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It's an ugly, horrible thought that freezes the blood in her veins.
Has the one person she's ever loved outside of Vax actually only picked her as second best? Has she failed again to win the real love of someone who she desperately wants to love her?
He speaks of her worth and she bursts into tears, unable to look at him. "Worthy of me? That's rich."
She can't go back to being his friend and his travelling companion. It's too much for her to do that. She knows what he tastes like, how he sounds in the throes of passion, what he looks like after he's sated and pulls her to him, how it feels to be in his arms when she falls asleep and when she wakes. There's no going back from that. Not that there ever was once he pulled back in his quest for revenge, from the brink of madness, just because she asked him to return to her. She'd loved him since that very day. She hadn't taken another lover, even a temporary one, since then.
She considers, briefly, of getting out of this cellar and letting the Raven Queen have her. Whatever the creature haunting her might do to her would hurt less than the thoughts going through her head.
It's worse than returning to Byroden to find the ashen remains of her childhood home and a grave stone instead of a beloved mother. She can't find a way to make the tears stop again. That time it had taken exhaustion to get her to stop, but she's not sure she ever will this time. "It's too much."