<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/RedAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Theraeve Valaim (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557599#msg11557599)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>n/a<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Galvren<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon, Saven 6th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Alley on the side of the Laughing Peacock Tavern<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>Too concerned with what she wanted, what she convinced herself that she needed, Theraeve ignored Galvren's pain and discomfort at first, bullheadedly pressing onward with her not so tender affections. It might take some persuading, but she knew that he always gave her what she wanted, never refusing her. That was something that Theraeve took for granted as she continued to fight him, attempting to hold him in place while she worked on getting Galvren's body into the mood, knowing that his mind would follow shortly thereafter.<br/><br/>Although they'd had sex in at least a couple of locations where there was some small chance of being discovered before, doing it there in that alley would have meant taking it many levels further, since there would have been practically no chance of<em>not</em>being noticed. Theraeve couldn't bring herself to care. She was already on a downward decline, the humiliation from her actions at the training grounds still hovering over her like dark storm cloud, adding to her previous issues and making her feel permanently marked. Part of her figured that it would be easier to self-destruct entirely than to try putting the broken pieces back together.<br/><br/>Theraeve didn't stop throwing herself insistently at Galvren until he forcefully shoved her away, causing acute pangs of pain to flare up suddenly in her sides and lower abdomen as she stumbled back, gritting her teeth hard and almost snarling through them. The rejection from this man whom she thought of as a friend cut deeper than she could have ever anticipated, only compounding the notion that there was something deeply wrong with her even further. Theraeve's knee-jerk reaction to that inner-anguish was shame and anger, which she of course directed towards the only target in sight.<br/><br/>"What in the<em>Light</em>is your problem!?" she hissed out harshly, nostrils flaring a bit as she breathed more heavily now after their little scuffle. It was only, as Galvren rested on one knee that she finally realized that he was in pain, actual physical pain. "Fuck!" Taking another couple of steps back so that her back was pressed against the wall of the alley opposite from him, Theraeve leaned against it and brought both hands to her face, slowly sliding them up so that her fingers combed through her blond hair as guilt rose up and above her other emotions.<br/><br/>She should have understood sooner, but she understood now that Galvren wasn't rejecting her, he was just genuinely concerned, meanwhile she was behaving like an ungrateful chit. Talking may not have been what she wanted, but she couldn't fault him for caring all the same, nor could she deny that she owed him some form of an explanation, especially now. That would definitely require a few stiff drinks, however.<br/><br/>"A great many things are going on," Theraeve replied to her friend's question as broadly and evasively as possible, though her expression softened somewhat, and she stepped forward, offering a hand to help him back up. Without another word, she would guide him out of the alley and into the tavern - more gently this time - where they could find a small table in the emptiest corner of the establishment and speak in relative privacy.<br/>