[P] it's you, it's always been you

[Salome]

salome de la rosa

enough with the lies tell me one
more time my blood your line is this you inside

A

year had passed. A year. She had kept him waiting for that entire year, so it stood to reason he would have moved on. Salome did not know why she came back. If Gareth had indeed moved on, it would cause them both pain to see each other. It would cause her to be angry if he told her he had a new love. But. She had to try.

Salome did not know what would be expected when she found him. It had taken the better part of a week to track him down and here he was... The same location. The same mountains. The same features of the man - weary but busy. This time, she stood right where he could see her. She did not run. "Gareth." Salome's words were a clear whisper in the night, her hood down. He could see her. The long ears, the feathered mane... And also the red pupils.

The fangs.

Her curse.

She stood a few paces away, hesitating. As much as she longed to run, to embrace him... She shouldn't. He would be mad. He might have waited long, but she had been a coward. She had run away. I'm sorry she wanted to wail at him, but knew that his reaction to her presence would be enough to know how to proceed. If he reacted negatively, she would know. If he stood and stared before anger, she would know. But there was a sliver of chance.

She had to take it.