[private] Bloodfeather || Lepis ||

[Wolfbane]

ALL THE DOUBT YOU'RE STANDING IN BETWEEN

There’s something about being isolated that soothes him. An invisible blanket that he can wrap securely around himself, keeping others out as it comforts him in agony. He deserves it, anyways. Deserves to feel distant and untouchable because right now all he wants are those fragmented memories. Their child lives in the past, a place he can’t go to, so he’d rather not be functioning in the present.

Lepis refuses the infallible truth though Wolfbane denies it silently, and despite the tense way she lightly reaches out to comfort him he doesn’t pull away. Maybe he should, but he doesn’t. He only listens to her in the way a stone statue listens to chatter around it for untold years; the pegasus stands silent and firm, breathing in and breathing out, feeling the acute wrongness of doing so while Gale couldn’t.

what if someone made him fall?

The question was ludicrous.
At first.

No, he refuses it, impossible, and then that same scene pieces itself together from the fragments of Gale’s last moments and replays with horrendous clarity in his mind. Wolfbane blinks against the threat of tears, shakes his head and tries to keep himself composed while he remembers what he saw. It isn’t until the last few minutes - the ones where Gale is suddenly incapacitated, careening wildly out of control - that he begins to feel a hot, ugly emotion simmering to life inside of him.

What if someone made him fall?

The golden ears on top of his head flick back; he breathes quicker now, feels the way his lips twist and curl down into an angry sneer. Hate flames up inside of his gut and stays there, wrenching apart the sad stupor he’d been sinking into these past few days. “Someone did.” Her mate growls, he’s sure of it now. “Leliana will want peace,” He spits, ears still pressed into the curve of his neck, “Castile may give it to her. I can’t… I can’t live here if that’s the case.”

Huffing, the striped stallion turns to look at his wife. The anger in his vision is pointed but not at her. Never at her. She’s too much of his body and flesh so they share a clenched jaw and burning desire for revenge. “We need a plan.” Bane begins, “And we need power.” He finishes.

WITH WOUNDS THAT NO ONE ELSE HAS SEEN

WOLFBANE

@[Lepis]