Tellara ignored the troll hunter as Mora leaned in to lock gazes. Tellara was grateful for this. Every moment the troll spoke made her want to rip his throat out with her teeth, a gesture that appealed to her all the more as the night wore on. Yet, as soon as Mora's golden amber eyes levelled with hers, the urge melted away and she let the soup slip warmly down her throat, not caring for it's potential as a projectile. Tellara savoured the warmth of Mora's tongue across her cheek, and the loving embrace of their lips where they sat, helpless. But Mora was wrong. This was not her fault, nor was anyone to blame, save the wretched soul who so dared defy the balance of nature. It was clear to Tellara that Mora's comforting words were riddled with futility and hopeless despair, but the love they carried made her want to weep her lover's name. Tellara wanted to kiss her, wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault, that it would be okay. But, try as she might, she could not bring her words to bear as her stomach felt twisted, her throat felt clogged with sorrow, and all that left her lips was a barely audible whisper.<br/><br/>"...No..." She said, her tears pouring forth again. She was breathing frantically as her head sunk into Mora's chest, her dark hair draping across the trolless's ice blue flesh. Tellara let the word dance around in her mind. It was all she could say as she cried into her lover's breast, her tears srteaming across the pure blue glacial skin such a frozen shade of blue that it appeared her tears would sooner be ice than fall to the ground.<br/><br/>"N-no, no, no, no, no!" Her frantic shouting but a muffled cry into Mora's chest as she wished she were still asleep, her nightmares raging throughout the night. Her lamentations came as a shock, her confidence in her lover's vow already faded, her head pounding furiously as she cried beneath her loved one's gaze. Tellara wished she could cry this all away, that her tears would wash through all the sheer wrongness of the night. But they wouldn't, and she had to deal with it.<br/><br/>"M-Mora...?" Tellara uttered her name only when the sobbing receded for a few moments. "I... I'll love you always... N-no matter what. I love you..." Her words bled from her heart. Tellara had felt it crack tonight, when the hunter drove a wedge between her and her freedom with Mora, and proceeded to hammer on it with his ridiculous aspirations. Everything would be better if she could just lay down and die. But that would leave Mora with nothing but a broken heart, and the infernal hunter that caged them still.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>