[P] Kiss and make up (aislinn)

[Rostislav]

Rostislav The summer sun beats down mercilessly upon my back. My neck, flanks, and barrel are sweaty. My nostrils flare as I try to catch my breath, to calm the storm. I've been running through the prairie in the midday heat, trying to somehow get my thoughts flowing through simple physical exertion. Thoughts, feelings... they're a blur. Ever since last night... Last night when I both gave and received a tongue lashing. Last night when I stood angrily against friends, my King. Upon leaving the meeting, Damaris and I had run through the night together. At break of dawn we parted ways. Both of us needed to cool off and we only fed off the other's anger. Though I still feel our connection, it's softer, more tenuous. Distance has brought us quiet. But even in this quiet, the voice in my head is so loud. Reichenbach, Aislinn, even Isorath. 'You just publically stabbed them in the back. You deserved the things they said about you.' The sun's bright rays are a stark contrast to my mood, the pain that claims my heart. I was trying to take a stand for what I thought was right. Their accusations struck home, and it occurred to me then that perhaps I am overly hypocritical. The blame is still there and yet... I look behind toward the Court proper. I hope that I can find Aislinn soon. The hurt in her eyes stung me more than anything, especially that - besides announcing the closing of the gates - I found no fault with her. I want to apologize, to make up. Perhaps it’s only my selfish need to alleviate the guilt I feel. But the meeting has stirred my thoughts and I want to run them by her. What have you done Rostislav? What goodness have you laid waste to? Walk. Talk. @Aislinn Top Shelf Sexy Badass

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