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I don’t need you to love me, I love me
“Now I know she'll never leave me Even as she runs away She will still torment me Calm me, hurt me Move me, come what may Wasting in my lonely tower Waiting by an open door I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in And be with me for evermore”
Prompt: “We need to talk...”
“We need to talk.”
The air is so cold it stings his lungs every time he takes a breath. Remus sits in a hunched position, hating the fact that the chill is gripping his very bones. Usually he likes winter, but not when tiny icicles are hanging from his fur. He shakes his pelt out, hearing the tinkling of the ice as it flies off.
Marisol is unmoved. She gazes into the distance, not giving any indication that she heard him other than a small flick of her right ear. After what seems like forever, she finally turns to look at him.
Remus wishes that she hadn’t.
He has never seen her so angry. Her eyes are steely and cold, narrowed slightly. Her lip is raised just enough to expose a sharp fang. A low growl rumbles in her chest. Marisol looks down at Remus.
The alpha lowers until his belly is pressed into the snow, his ears are flattened, and his tail is tucked tightly between his legs.
“Please, I’m sorry,” he pleads. “Can you let me explain?”
“I trusted you!” Marisol snarls, standing up. “You know about my past.” Her voice cracks, and she stops for a moment, staring at Remus. Her eyes show raw emotion now. They’re full of hurt.
Snow starts falling, and it makes a speckled pattern on Marisol’s pelt. Remus can’t help but think how pretty it is.
“I thought....I thought we had something good,” she says quietly.
Remus stands slowly. He doesn’t know how to approach this. Marisol rejected him, so why is she so upset? It hits him a moment later.
Oh.
“Why did you reject me if you feel this way?”
“I was scared,” she confessed. “I thought you would leave eventually, like everyone else.”
Remus steps closer. Marisol is looking down at the ground now, her ears flattened and all aggression gone.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers. Marisol looks up at him, and he licks her face. “Don’t worry, I’ll deal with Egret. She’ll understand.”
Marisol nods, hesitates for a moment, and then presses her face into his neck. Remus rests his head on top of hers, and they stay like that, snuggling, with the snow gently drifting down.