The drow hums as she creeps into her home, quiet but wanting to surprise her husband. Tieflings were strange things, but she loved him so desperately, especially because he was so Warm and Gentle with her. Her, who was still nervous about the whole concept of love lasting at all.

But the moment she closed the door with a near silent Click, she heard laughter. And as her eyes adjusted to the lack of UV, she saw. Worse. Far, far worse. His casually thrown binder and a frilled black bra on the floor. Other articles were scattered but those were so immediately what caught her attention.

She twisted the ring on her finger, ears falling back flat against her head, and she focused on her balancing abilities to move terrifyingly silently. Ama wouldn't. He wouldn't, he /wouldn't./ He couldn't.

As Filaurel peered through the crack in the door, she changed her mind. Her mind reeled, the way he held this stranger, the tenderest look and the way his hands rested on her where they stood nearly chest to chest, both exposed from the waist up. She felt her throat tighten. She felt her heart stop.

And she slammed the door open with her ears ringing and her mismatched eyes burning with the start of furious tears.

Ama started, hands drawing back with brows knitting, starting to attempt to explain, but Filaurel cut them off. Her voice was sharp, and while her voice shook, she still spoke; "It'd at least have been /nice/ to – to know that I wasn't /enough/ for you, Amaranth, but this? Really? In our own /home?/"

"Filaurel, I can expl—"

"NO." Just as they'd stepped forward, she stepped much closer, invading his space so she could reach up and pull him down by the horn, until she was nose to nose with him. She saw too much red, her head fogged with disbelief and heartache. "I'm going to walk out of this house. In an hour, I'm coming back in. And when I do. I want /all of your shit. Gone./ And if you are NOT. I will, one Hundred percent, no bars held, drag your ass into town and expose you."

Something about her tone hit them a bit hard, and while it was visible the Horn Grab was uncomfortable, they'd nod slightly. Fi would let go, eyes completely skipping over the strange woman's, form, just so she could turn and leave, nails biting into her palms Deeply.

Filaurel hissed under her breath, twisting the ring off and throwing it onto the hardwood flooring, hearing the very Satisfying click-click-CRACK as it hit the floor. It was followed with the slam of the front door, and Fi was already off, sprinting straight to just go Scream in the forest. Maybe cry, maybe scream, maybe find somewhere to get a drink and rant to a stranger because, she didn't really have… friends.

Regardless.

Amaranth soured a lot of things for her.

It didn't help that he threw insult to injury and left a note dismissing her for her dyslexia, for her emotionalness, and for her never having once gone underground in spite of her heritage.

It made her blood boil, and the name alone leaves venom on her tongue at the mere mention of it.

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