by Murdoch on March 28th, 2010, 10:46 am
His eyes did flinch up to hers when she came up beside him, and some shred of betrayal still lingered there from the memories she'd forced on him, kept alive by her insistence that he pretend to be something he wasn't. It hadn't even occurred to her yet that he could have apologized, could have smiled and begged and played it off and had her laughing again in moments, and still not been a better person at the end of it. That he wasn't simply conning his way back into her good graces was the only mercy he had to show her.
"Oh, cut the shyke," he sighed, shoving up from his seat and crossing over to stir up the fire, then dragging his shirt off and folding it in his usual nightly ritual. "Does that even mean anything? 'Talk to me like I'm a real person.' Right. Because I've made such an effort to hide my true intentions from you. I mean, if you think about it, I've been pretty abysmal. Lied to your face constantly, stolen from you, molested you in your sleep and sold you out to your enemies. Yeah, I'm a horrible petching human being, don't know how you've managed to survive this long in my company. A right cruel bastard I've been," he growled, kicking off his boots and flinging them across the room so hard they slammed into the wall with a thundering crash.
He should have. He should have done every one of those things, and now he was angry with himself for it. Didn't know why he still didn't do it, because it's not like he'd accomplished anything by not being the worst sort of person in the world. But they'd made a deal, and he'd stuck to his end of it, and to the slaves pits of Ravok with her if some unknown and unstated change of conditions was enough to make her leave.
"Just get out if you're going," he ground out between his teeth, unbuckling his belt and rolling it up to place on the mantle beside his shirt.