Everything was going great, or had been. She and Athan were working on their dance…and having Athan to go home with at night, despite the rules she’d once had in place, made her all the happier. For a while, it was like nothing was going to go wrong, like everything was falling into place.<br/><br/>…Then Athan became more secretive.<br/><br/>She almost didn’t notice at first; He had an uncanny ability to wait until she’d fallen asleep and secret away to do…whatever it was he did. The first time she’d brought it up, the first time that she knew about it after waking up and wanting to get a drink, he’d shrugged it off and she’d been alright to let it drop. When she found that it was happening more frequently than she’d realized, despite her best efforts to keep him in bed at the end of the night…she became more inquisitive.<br/><br/>He gave her nothing, no reasons or explanations, and certainly didn’t help his case with how he chose to handle what grew into arguments.<br/><br/>Today was no different. He’d been gone, and now that she was bringing it up, he had the audacity to tell her to drop it, choosing to swear at her as he snapped in front of their fellow dancers. Her gaze turned cold, her body more rigid as she took a step in, a hand on his shoulder so that she could steady herself as she kept stretching (and simultaneously speak into his ear). “…Drop the fucking subject?” Tempest repeated, tone surprisingly even despite the anger that swirled in her dark eyes. “Fine. I’ll ‘drop the fucking subject’. Remember this moment when I go out without you, repeatedly, and don’t tell you where I’m going or what I’ve been doing… Remember this moment as I won’t be speaking with you about anything<span style="font-style: italic">but</span>the dance until you finally stop being so fucking secretive.”<br/><br/>A sickly smile put itself on her lips as she patted his shoulder and wandered away to stretch out a bit more properly; a task that felt damn near impossible with how tense she now was.<span style="font-style: italic">Drop the fucking subject…right, like he’d not expect to know where I’d been. Secretive asshole.</span>