- Mon Feb 19, 2018 10:08 am
The fragile woman sat still somewhat huddled on the edge of her seat on the couch as if just waiting for the other metaphorical shoe to drop. She wasn’t sure how she did it, but Cora managed to hold eye contact with Teague through the silence that fell between them after she was finished. Maybe it was simply the fear and anxiety keeping her frozen in place; she wasn’t sure anymore. She wasn’t sure of anything at this point really. Matt had reverted back to his submissive behavior like he was still under the Imperius Curse, Teague certainly wasn’t the man she remembered anymore… Everything was topsy-turvy it seemed, and she was left barely clinging to the shattered bits of herself that had begun to come back without the Dark Lady.
’But you’re free. You’re free and that’s something, at least,’ she had to remind herself. Surprisingly enough that one quiet thought did help steel her against whatever Teague was going to decide about what she had told him. It didn’t completely subdue the roiling anxiety in her gut but it at least gave her the strength to hold his gaze while she waited. And that was something.
He seemed to relax slightly before he spoke but even then Cora didn’t dare let herself hope for a positive response. The Teague she had known would have been understanding, she felt, but now? She had no idea and it terrified her. Even so, a glimmer of ‘her’ Teague, her bloodhound, shown through the flinty, cold facade that he had upheld until now when he did finally respond. Her heart ached a bit at the soft chuckle he let out, giving her a little hope at least that the tracker would be alright in time if there was still enough of the man she knew left there that he could find some humor in the situation before him. And that was something, at least… Right?
It took Cora a few beats to process that he was indeed going to let her walk away and retire. The raven-haired witch at last let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding and nodded in response, tongue-tied at first. “I… I know th-this was hard, but… Thank you, Teague,” she said quietly, still holding his gaze with her own pale green one. “For what it’s worth, I’m s-sorry all this was thrown on you… but fr-from what I’ve seen, at least, you’re h-handling it well…” The compliment might have sounded trite, but it was sincere. “Take care of yourself, please…” she added softly before the tracker turned to go.
For someone who had never wanted to be in the limelight, he did seem to be doing well in it, although Cora had always told him that he could be much more powerful than he was during their time together. As much as it hurt, she was glad that he seemed to be okay. He hadn’t deserved the things that had happened to him or the stress of the position that was forced on him, but if Teague could just hold onto a little bit of himself, Cora believed he would be alright. Maybe… maybe one day he could even forgive her, as much of a longshot as that seemed at the moment.
And that was something, at least. It had to be.