The Desperation's Gone (Robbie/Emilian)

[Emilian Sota]

"I did!" Emilian said, understanding but unable to switch languages. He rarely even went into Russian, much less German. "Or...I do! I don't even know anymore!" He didn't remember ever even saying it to her before. He doubted that it really mattered now. There wasn't an apology on his lips this time.

[Adara Snow]

Adara pulled another sharp breath, and as unsteady as she might have been, headed for the door. He didn't know?! "How can you not know if you love me?!" she cried, determined to leave. Was this his idea of love? How many others had he loved while they were together?

[Emilian Sota]

What the hell was he supposed to do now? Emilian almost wanted to just let her leave, that would be the end of it, he would be free of the responsibilities and he could go off and do whatever he wanted. But that meant she would have to marry someone else. But she can't. The vow was still in effect. His eyes narrowed at the thought and he moved to grab her wrist. "Look at me." What did he expect to see, assuming she even let him look her in the eye?

[Adara Snow]

Adara swung around to face Emilian, her palm racing to strike his cheek. "Lassen sie mich gehen! Berühren sie mich nicht nach, was sie taten!" Her eyes gleamed with fury, with pain and unshed tears. She wanted to hurt him, and she hated herself for it nearly as much as she hated him for deserving it.

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Let me go! Do not touch me after what you did!

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian might have returned the strike, especially had it been someone else, but as it was his hand merely tightened around her wrist as he glared into her eyes, his own icy. He was breathing hard, even though so few words had really been said. He could see that she wanted to hurt him, and maybe he wanted her to, to fight to leave so that it didn't feel like he had just let her walk out. He let her go, but only after a few tense moments.

[Adara Snow]

Adara paused, and for a moment, she wanted desperately for him to ask her to stay. That childish part of her that had never died wanted to seize some tiny thread of hope, to hold onto dreams that were breaking down around her. But there was no thread. There was no love in his eyes. She turned and left, lost and unsure of everything.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian stared at the door for a long while, maybe part of him hoping that she would turn around and come back. There wasn't any freedom in knowing she wouldn't, at least not to come back to him. He tried not to think about what it would be like the day she came to get her things, or of the backlash he would get from her father, who didn't know of the loopholes in the vow. After a long time he turned to head upstairs, locking all the doors firmly behind him, do finish off that bottle.