10-26-2018, 02:45 PM
“No you’re not. I know bullshit when I see it.” He snorts, stepping a little closer. “You’re not bleeding.” His eyes travel along her form again, his words more of a statement than much else. He circles around her, notices the wings and smiles a bit. He hadn’t donned serpentine wings in some time, maybe later he would remember what it felt like. Instead he comes back around in front of her, settling there. “You don’t look physically hurt….” He trailed off, taking another long look at her face.
“Oh..” Usually it was only one thing that made others look like she did, all broken on the inside, like her light had been distinguished. While he hasn’t ever felt that way before (except those first couple weeks after Grumble) when it counted, he had done his own fair share of watching others. When he was younger he could remember the hopeful gleam in his mother’s eyes as she hoped her father, his grandfather, was proud of her. He also remembered how he liked to keep her desperate for his pride, his love.
The bastard. The more he had grown, the more he had thought of it and he never wanted to be that manipulative. Never wanted to be like that part of his bloodline, and often he was thankful that Grumble took him when he had, so when he went back there had been nothing there. It had thrown him for a while, trying to find his place, but he had found it again. He had steadied his legs underneath him.
“Do you want me to go kick his ass for you?” A small smile curling the edges of his lips, his wings relaxing lazily until the tips of them touched the ground. He settled his weight to the side, one hoof settling on the edges as he tucked in for the long haul. After all, she was cute, even with the broken look in her eyes. But he wasn’t that much of a bastard to go after her when she was down.
He would definitely help prop her back up though.
“Oh..” Usually it was only one thing that made others look like she did, all broken on the inside, like her light had been distinguished. While he hasn’t ever felt that way before (except those first couple weeks after Grumble) when it counted, he had done his own fair share of watching others. When he was younger he could remember the hopeful gleam in his mother’s eyes as she hoped her father, his grandfather, was proud of her. He also remembered how he liked to keep her desperate for his pride, his love.
The bastard. The more he had grown, the more he had thought of it and he never wanted to be that manipulative. Never wanted to be like that part of his bloodline, and often he was thankful that Grumble took him when he had, so when he went back there had been nothing there. It had thrown him for a while, trying to find his place, but he had found it again. He had steadied his legs underneath him.
“Do you want me to go kick his ass for you?” A small smile curling the edges of his lips, his wings relaxing lazily until the tips of them touched the ground. He settled his weight to the side, one hoof settling on the edges as he tucked in for the long haul. After all, she was cute, even with the broken look in her eyes. But he wasn’t that much of a bastard to go after her when she was down.
He would definitely help prop her back up though.