Pitch
I shouldn't have upset her. I could sense her sadness as she hurried from the room. This was too difficult. I shouldn't care about her, she turned away from me, just like the others. But I couldn't stop. I saw her every time I closed my eyes, her beautiful violet eyes shining in the moonlight as her feathers sparkled, brightly. She was breath-taking. Enough. I thought abruptly, snapping my eyes open. I will not fall for her tricks. She betrayed me long ago.
I forced myself to look unbothered, as the door opened. Toothiana stepped in, warily, glancing out the door, before closing it and turning to me. "Hey," She smiled, softly.
"Hey? Is that all you have to say?" I frowned, impatiently. Hurt flashed through her eyes, making me look down at my bound hands, "Toothiana, cut these ropes, please. I am no use to you Guardians. I have no plans."
"Why don't I believe you, Pitch?" She sighed, sitting in a chair by the door, her wings fluttering quickly.
"Because you have no trust," I snarled, slamming my hands down, "I do not have plans, Toothiana. Now let me go."
She stared at me for a moment before glancing at my bound hands, conflict on her face. She moved towards the rope but stopped quickly, frowning at me, "You know I can't do that."
"Why? Because your precious Guardians told you not to?" I hissed, shaking my head at her, "I can't stay in here, Toothiana. The light is killing me." I told her, squinting in the bright lights.
She looked up at the lights, "It's to stop your hiding tricks." She told me, rising to her feet and opening the door, "And it's Tooth. Not Toothiana."
I opened my mouth to reply, but she closed the door quickly, cutting off my reply. Toothiana? What have they done to you?