Callandra
Rogue Werewolf
Freelance Graphics Designer
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Post by Callandra on Aug 17, 2009 22:19:33 GMT
One of the very last things Calla wanted was for Trent to spend time worrying about her. Before he came into her life, she had been the only one she had needed to worry about and she had been the only one to do so. She had gotten used to being on her own and, in the beginning, it had been a strange feeling to find herself caring about Trent so much. She had always been a tough one and she thought that the time on her own had built on that. She still put up her strong, fairly independent front in public, but the truth was that she had softened over the years, though Trent was the only one who got to see that. No one else deserved it.
If she had known that Trent wanted to put the clothes away himself, she would have gladly waited for him to do so. It had been an offer that had just come naturally- naturally now. She enjoyed doing things for him, even the simple things like that, but she never denied him such little things when he wanted to do them himself. As much as she wanted to get out and go for their run, she would have waited. As it was, it seemed that they would be leaving soon and the sooner they left, the sooner she would get to feel the wind in her fur as she ran with her mate. Out of all the things in the world to do, that was one of the absolute best.
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