02-24-2025, 05:05 PM
Marta was thirteen. Thirteen year olds didn’t cry like this - not for someone who they barely knew. That’s what Marta’s mind tried to tell her. She shouldn’t be crying for this. But she really didn’t care. It hurt her that he hurt, and she wanted to do something to make it stop hurting him so bad. Marta felt Jackson move to her side and she appreciated that. Her hand sought his and found it, giving it a squeeze of appreciation.
Marta listened to Nox’s words as the tears fell. His reassurance that he would be okay. His scent told her otherwise and she fought with that. He said he wouldn’t take the easy way out. Marta knew what that meant and she was glad he wasn’t going to do that, but the fact that he mentioned he thought about it worried her.
”Elyse trusts you, Sterling trusts you, and the Blackthorns trust you. That’s enough for me,” she said, giving Nox her trust as well. It wasn’t something she gave lightly. she lifted her head and wiped away tears. ”Sorry, I’m crying like a little girl. I just…want to fix it.” she said.
Marta looked around the room and sniffed, finding five things for sight. She felt the fiber of Nox’s shirt, Jackson’s hand, and the floor beneath her knees. She sniffed the air and found two scents. As for taste, well she couldn’t think of what to do for that. She hadn’t needed to ground, but it helped her calm down.
Marta listened to Nox’s words as the tears fell. His reassurance that he would be okay. His scent told her otherwise and she fought with that. He said he wouldn’t take the easy way out. Marta knew what that meant and she was glad he wasn’t going to do that, but the fact that he mentioned he thought about it worried her.
”Elyse trusts you, Sterling trusts you, and the Blackthorns trust you. That’s enough for me,” she said, giving Nox her trust as well. It wasn’t something she gave lightly. she lifted her head and wiped away tears. ”Sorry, I’m crying like a little girl. I just…want to fix it.” she said.
Marta looked around the room and sniffed, finding five things for sight. She felt the fiber of Nox’s shirt, Jackson’s hand, and the floor beneath her knees. She sniffed the air and found two scents. As for taste, well she couldn’t think of what to do for that. She hadn’t needed to ground, but it helped her calm down.