daphne greengrass is [bulletproof];; (daphne__g) wrote in wished,
Daphne fell silent as she quickly looked away from him. Rolling her eyes, as she just sighed. He was right, he was going to suffer. He was going to suffer because Daphne was one of the hardest girl to satisfy. As he seemed to be drifting in and out of sleep, Daphne's mind was racing with thoughts that she couldn't quite grasp. The feeling of floating was quickly changing to a crushing feeling on her chest. A sharp breeze billowed through the tower, and forced the girl to shiver slightly. This evening was quickly turning bad as Nikolas had this way of making her feel like shite (or maybe she was just making herself feel that way). This wasn't how this evening was supposed to go. She was supposed to be alone, and secluded, and while she couldn't deny she didn't appreciated the company and conversation, she could do without the guilty feeling he just placed in her.
"I'm sorry," Closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate on her breathing as she turned her head to face him, "I'm sorry that I am such a miserable prat, and you're going to have to put up with me. I know I can't be anyone's first choice for a wife, bloody hell, I don't even think I would want to marry myself." Pausing, she just seemed to be talking without a filter at this point.
"And I never said I was content this way," She said more in a passive tone, she was in no mood to argue, and she was far too drunk to even care. "I just find it easier to keep people away then let them in. It prevents me from getting hurt, and makes everthing... simpler, I guess." Shrugging slightly, in Daphne's mind it made sense. "I mean, to be honest," Daphne's voice trailed off for a moment like she was second guessing what she was about to say.