Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Cris / Elena
[No, Cris was cold to her. Even his anger burned cold to her. She'd seen the passion in it once, but these days she only saw it on rare instances. These days, she was fairly certain that when his eyes burned black, it was magma cooling to obsidian. She wondered how much he hated her, but wouldn't ask because maybe that was just more of her projecting onto him.]
You have some nerve. [Her voice was a whisper.] You're the one leaving your daughter on Christmas for work. Teresa is and will always be my priority. [Beyond offended by his assumptions and his accusations, Elena held up a hand like terminado. This time, she was the one who was going to turn away first.]
Get out of my house. [The hypocrisy, how dare he.]