I dont own Lost Girl. Just being a fan.
Dyson's POV
"What is your problem, Dyson?!" hissed you just loud enough for none else to hear. I cant help my grip tightening as you keep tugging your wrist free. I see you gritting your teeth, eyes narrowing from impatience and with much effort, got your hand lose from my hold. You started walking away, your steps fast and certain to where theyre heading—to HER. What is my problem? My breath is shaky now. I am…afraid.
This is suppose to be the second happiest day of my life as you will formally accept me as your fiance in front of family and friends and declare your commitment that you be my mate-for-life in a month's time ( which is the longest wait I agreed on). This betrothal is one of my dreams coming true, remembering the promise I made to myself to make you mine on the very first day you walked in the Dal looking for your estranged grandfather. You were 17 and gave me that smile which was subtly beckoning, hinting that you liked me back. I worked hard for us to come to this.
Yet, just a few minutes ago, I see it shattering right in front of my eyes despite being aware that you're merely bestfriends.
You love me. I know you did so much the first time we were together before that mess I made with Ciara to make you jealous. And just two days ago, you re-assured me of having such feelings still. BUT like a ghost hovering over all these years…
Your face doesnt light up for me the way it does at the sight of her. You dont stop to stare in awe whenever I come strutting into the room. Your eyes do not sparkle at the fancy gifts I give the way they do at the mere mention of her name.
I was the reluctant witness to all your countless conquests and failed relationships—in which I triumph everytime. You didnt mourn for Kyle's unexpected death the way you did when she went away to that Medical School. Break-ups with Ryan and Rainer didnt make you sulk for weeks the way you did when she dated Nadia and Crystal.
I know—I know them all because of Kenzi. Thank the gods for Kenzi being on my team who makes me know everything, and makes sure I be the first to come to the scene whenever you get yourself into trouble so I can save the day and be your hero. Which makes you grateful everytime. I get to sigh to that, feeling guilty for the very first time how we had manipulated your emotions.
Thinking you owe me that much that at some of your most vulnerable state, you give back the favors in bed. Yes—hot, wild and I say kinky sex between us borne by anguish and need of control. I would often let you lead our dance, submitting to your desires, giving you my body and soul. But you never make-love to me the way I do you.
A smack on the shoulder rouses my thoughts and finds Tamsin, as I turn to see, giving me an inquisitive look.
"Hey, lover boy. Why so mopey on your day?"
Sometimes I find her eyes captivating. I faked a smile and shake my head.
"Oh, come on! It's Dr. Lewis again, right?" I didnt say anything. "Wolf-boy, let them talk. You cant always keep them apart—which is a loser's thing beeteedoubs—hello!" I gave her an annoyed look for the monicker and comment. Boy, it did hit a raw nerve.
"Tamsin…" I warned her gently. I noticed that a big number of guests have taken a break from the dance floor to get themselves drinks yet the band kept on playing songs from the 40s, 50s and 60s which is the party's theme.
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender
Pretending that I'm doing well
My need is such I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell
She turned serious, "Man, you hafta start playing fair—make her choose. What's contrived can backfire!"
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender
Adrift in a world of my own
I've played the game but to my real shame
You've left me to grieve all alone
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
My fists clenching, "I love her, Tamsin! I am who she needs. I can give her everything!" I almost growled. The frustration is becoming way too painful but Tamsin's right. Since I had realized the Lauren was the biggest threat, I wallowed in jealousy and insecurity that I had gone to lengths no one will be proud of.
Tamsin took another step beside me, our arms touching now.
"She loves you, Dyson," she paused which I think is deliberate. I followed her gaze as it shifted to the door where Bo had exited.
"Just not IN LOVE," she softly whispered.