I wondered why he'd brought them.I wondered why he'd brought them. "Yes it matters," I answered. "No, it doesn't. We haven't had sex in two months. Prag, we haven't slept together for at least a week. When I try to discuss it with him, he ignores me." His face lost the building anger and faded into a profound, tired sadness. "He doesn't feel the way he used to." "Aaden," I said gently, jumping up onto the log and sitting beside him, "You can't expect people to be constant, especially not Ken. He's working on a new code right now, and it isn't going well. I've seen this in him before, whenever he hits a major snag, and when he gets like this, he isn't someone with you live with, he's someone you live around. Ken never gets tired of people; it just takes a certain kind of person to live with him, even more certain than those who just live in the Castle." "As if anyone 'just lives' in Shardik castle. In other words, live with it." "I'm telling you to be patient. Passion's not something you have every day; it'll return, trust me. I know; I've been living with him for four centuries now. He does care about you; he loves you. But he also knows that this is a relationship, a relationship with immortals, no less. He knows that there's a tomorrow. And I don't think you want him to take his stress out on you." The mephit smile returned, but there was something awkward about it. Finally he leaned over and rested his head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, it's just so frustrating sometimes. I've never been in a relationship where I didn't feel like I wasn't in complete control. Even in Rhysh, I was getting what I wanted." He chuckled a little. "MyFa, I'm a top." "Or just a pushy bottom," I replied. |