Copyright infringement not intended.
Warnings: Strong language and violence.
A/N: Ah, hahah.. It's been a long time, eh? It's been effin' ages, I know, but I'm far too lazy to do an entire character sketch and go through plot developments, backgrounds and the like right now. So, if the OC seems a bit slapdash, that's because she is. Enjoy, though.
Myriad.
{ i'll be your number one with a bullet;
a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it. }
"You left."
The words, bitter and cruel, hang in the stagnant air; she sits on the wooden crate, clutching her short sword to her chest and glaring at the redhead. He meets her eyes evenly, his face as stoic as she remembers. "Yes," he confirms emotionlessly.
She clenches her jaw. Betrayal and joy battle within her, churning her stomach into a sickening storm of heightened emotions. With the rocking, lurching movements of the boat, she is positive she'll vomit before they reach land.
"I didn't want to leave."
His voice is quiet - so quiet she can barely hear him over the din of her deafening thoughts and thundering heart. But she does; she snorts derisively and rolls her eyes. "Bullshit," she retorts easily. She has always had a problem with believing people.
He chuckles darkly. "You," he adds belatedly. "I didn't want to leave you."
"Then why didn't you take me?"
He looks away and it is the only answer she needs.
"Rhos-"
"Don't."
The remainder of the trip is spent in bitter silence.
