A/N: Feed me and I feed you. That a deal? Also, have you ever seen someone trying to spell out a Cockney accent in written form? Looks like someone butchered a keyboard. Messily.
There was a stillness around the blonde woman as she considered his words, a sort of calm that seemed dangerous in its own way. Her arms were crossed in front of her, almost as if to shield her from the world and her face was unreadable. Had she been a vampire, this would have been the time to get abandon ship and run for your life. As it was, Richard just held very still, for once playing the prey hiding from the predator, and waited for his pseudo student to come to a decision.
In the end the decision came in the company of a slouching of her shoulders and a bit of the strain seemed to leave her body.
“You’re right,” she admitted, and the werewolf could taste how much the words cost her in the air.
Then she shook of the thoughtful look and asked, “Have they told you about my tattoo?”
He nodded. Not a lot, but he knew that she had a tattoo that had turned out to be a prophecy, yet unfinished.
“There’s still a part missing.” She seemed young, all of a sudden. As young as her body. Young and afraid. “It’ll say that I have to fulfil everyone’s wishes. It’ll say that I’ll never be free.”
She looked him directly in the eye then, looked at him with all her defences down and admitted what Richard doubted she had ever said out loud before. “I’m scared. I don’t…I don’t think I can do this again. I….”
He wanted to hug her, hold her close, to express in some way, no matter how inadequate, that she wasn’t alone. That he understood and that he was sorry for his part in all this. He hadn’t meant to burden her with his problem. No-one had. That was probably the irony of it.
But he knew that she wouldn’t accept anything he could give her, so all did was ask, “What do you expect of yourself?”
He didn’t expect an answer. All he wanted was to remind her of it, of the fact that she did belong to herself, too. Richard was too selfish a lot of times and that was bad, but Elisabeth was too willing to put everyone else above herself. She had shown him how to care for others, in a way. He guessed it was now his turn to show her how to care for herself, just a bit. Because, he knew, somewhere in the middle of it all, there had to lay the solution to all their problems.
And then, for the first time since she’d caught his attention, he walked out on her, quietly closing the door behind himself to leave her to her thoughts.
He hoped she could figure this out. For both of them.