PAPER TIGER| TWENTY FORTH HOUR
What had just happened?
The painter blinked, taken aback by the sudden stand offish bluntness of the womans tone. Her eyes searched the womans face as her cheeks remained flushed, not this time with arousal or curiosity, but shame.
“What…I…did I do something wro—” There was frustration all but pulsing from the brunette in thick waves, and panic began to rise in the painters chest. She sat with her mouth hanging open, unable to tie together what was going on. One minute, the older woman had been kissing her and letting the red head find herself, the next she seemed angry at her. Cold. Hard.
Tears stung her eyes, and with shaky legs the scarlett haired painter moved to stand, looking around with blurred vision. This wasn’t how she’d expected her first kiss to go after all. Hadn't the older woman just told her how much better women were than men? How much kinder and softer and special? Her shame was tangible in her aura, assuming in all ways that she'd made some faux pas, that she'd done something very wrong.
“Sorry I…oh…okay yes. Well. I’m…” Swiping at a tear that escaped her sapphire eye, the artist stifled the hitching of her breath, entirely unsure what to do. She stumbled against the coffee table as she made her way out of the room, looking for the rack where her coat would have been stored. Blinking hard, she found it, tugging the warm outer garment from its place and shoving her arms in. Struggling with the buttons, Khymarah did them up blindly, desperate not to cry in the home of Drezda Ecks. Pulling the hood up, she moved back to the doorway of the room hesitantly, looking at the floor as she fought the emotions that bubbled in her chest.
“T-thankyou Miss Ecks. For uh…the tea. I’ll find my own way home. Apologies for...” It was difficult to hold down the waiver in her voice, but the red head was used to being shunned, and so she had practice. Still, self doubt had immediately risen within.
Not good enough.
Ruined it.
Useless. Useless girl.
“…well apologies.” Pressing her lips together, field brimming with confusion and hurt, the galdor nodded curtly before turning on her heel to head for the door.
Today was definitely not her day. At all. Period.