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“Don’t be the scorpion?”
“Or maybe ‘shifters aren’t scorpions” is what I mean.”
“Dude, what the hell?”
“Dax, you can be ‘right’ and make her ‘wrong’, and be the big bad shifter who was wronged by the evil fae harpy. I think part of you would love to play out that story. But that would be being the scorpion. And you would both drown.”
“Dude, you suck at analogies, and this one is giving me a headache.”
“That’s because your brain can’t handle my levels of truth, brother.”
“Or because they make zero sense. Besides, if anyone is the scorpion in this scenario, it’s the fae. Predictable as fuck.”
“Fine, what do I care? Go ahead. But the price of being right is most likely going to mean being mate-less, at least as far as being with Bloom is concerned. You have a chance with her. I can see it. Everyone can. Don’t be so quick to let it go.” He paused a beat. “There, I’ve said my peace.”
“Yeah, like three times!”
He could feel his dragon rising.
He just felt so frustrated. What was so hard to understand?
She betrayed me. There must be somebody around here who gets it.
“And you are mister perfect? Did you ever consider it might be hard to be with a dragon?” Rollo said, shaking his head in disappointment, as he turned and walked away up the street toward the Tribunal. His intonation implied that Dax should have in fact considered it.
He really wanted to hit Rollo. He could feel his dragon coiling its tail. He could even feel his skin pebble up. He flushed red.
And just then, even as the muscles in his forearms tightened, it hit him. An image of the scorpion and the frog popped into his mind.
The scorpion always stings.
Because that’s his nature.
And I want to hit.
Just like a scorpion wants to sting.
Dammit.
God he hated logic sometimes. His dragon didn’t want to reason. Didn’t want to think. He just wanted to fight. To react. But he knew this was not the way. This was actually part of what had created the problem in the first place.
He fought to regain control of his beast.
He asserted his mind…and strangely he realized, his heart.
He had been so caught up in all of this Supernova stuff, and so caught up in his judgements and mistrust of the fae that he hadn’t even thought of how he must be coming across to Bloom.
But she betrayed you!
But had she really? Did she even make the call?
She told Finch!
But what exactly did she tell him, and was her intent really to hurt you.
His mind began to clear even more.
God, have I really been the scorpion?
