Smile; "It isn't you it's me." Well done, now you've gone and made a grown elf cry; idiot – idiot – idiot - you complete idiot - you stupid bloody idiot.
"This should never have happened in the first place. Forgive me."
Don't throw anything, that'll give the game away. Wait until you hear the front door close at least. Then you can throw something. But just one thing. You don't want Mother to come in and ask questions.
Swinging herself out of bed she waited to hear the dull thud of the front door then proceeded to beat the void out of the bed post with her pillow; stupid – bloody – idiot – the – same - every – bloody – time – bloody – self – centred – stupid – idiot - girl – bloody – think – before – you – do – this – bloody – crap – bloody – ruining – every – bloody – thing; with a final swing the pillow exploded in a cloud of feathers. It really was a mistake, and it really shouldn't have happened – he's just so… intense. Panting slightly she eyed the bed. This is all Isabella's fault, why did she have to mention shackles? She couldn't stand his constant moping and endless ranting about mages and magic, but he could be a lot of fun; he had to be drunk, and it helped if she was drunk too, but he'd made her laugh and with Beth gone it had been hard to laugh. Well done, now he's run off because you bloody jumped him you moron. Why can't you just stop at a kiss? Is self-restraint really that hard you bloody nug-head? Grabbing an earthenware mug she hurled it against the fireplace where it bounced and landed intact on the carpet; bloody typical.
Embarrassment finally won the battle of emotions; she couldn't just get herself reassigned, this wasn't the army, she lived here, and that meant that she was going to be seeing Fenris most days. Isabella will just know. She'll be able to smell it or something. Makers arse biscuits, this time she went for a trinket box which did her the courtesy of breaking open and spilling its assorted contents across the floor. Three years, three bloody years of keeping your legs closed and one very angry and very hot elf later. She kicked the deflated pillow soundly around her room berating herself for every wrong choice she'd made. Every time she'd end up in bed with the person most likely to dart out, usually they'd at least wait until the morning rather than running out in the middle of the night practically in tears. This is a new low. Scratch that. Seeing Ser Marlow, who actually liked you for you, having her head ripped off by a Hurlock, not much topped that. I managed this tonight, I'll go with this is worse. Letting out a frustrated moan she sank to the floor, and rested her head back against the edge of the bed; I wish Anders was here, I feel like a better person around him.