09-05-2021, 04:43 PM
oh, you said life was much better than this
Lannister would hiss at Aela if he could, flex feline claws and bare feline teeth until she turned tail and ran.
Why was it he always found interruptions when his emotions were at their highest? He couldn’t fight the seething eruption in his chest, the overwhelming outpouring of anger he was never taught to master.
Elio, at his best, was an attentive and kind father; but he never particularly tried to find a way out for Lannister, thinking his son much safer in the dream realm while so much of his family hungrily prowls Beqanna. To Lannister, he saw his time here as imprisonment as he grew older, and his father's lack of explanation was filled with an excuse created by anger: Elio is selfish, Elio is weak, Elio abandoned him.
And isn’t that the truth? His father is nowhere to be found. Before Lannister had given himself entirely to his fury, he searched every night for his father’s dreams. There was only ever the cold comfort (or terror) of strangers.
That is what Aela is to him: a stranger to frighten or a stranger to find comfort in. And given his clearly unforgiving mood, Lan does not seek a hand to hold. The suspicion he finds in his aunt’s darkened eyes only fuels the fire in his chest. A sneer curls his lips, revealing teeth that slowly lengthen into fangs.
“And what if I did?” Lannister hisses, his voice a low curl he has only used a few times. He’s certain he doused whatever was in her dreams, even if it was not entirely intentional.
“Do you think you can stop me?”
Why was it he always found interruptions when his emotions were at their highest? He couldn’t fight the seething eruption in his chest, the overwhelming outpouring of anger he was never taught to master.
Elio, at his best, was an attentive and kind father; but he never particularly tried to find a way out for Lannister, thinking his son much safer in the dream realm while so much of his family hungrily prowls Beqanna. To Lannister, he saw his time here as imprisonment as he grew older, and his father's lack of explanation was filled with an excuse created by anger: Elio is selfish, Elio is weak, Elio abandoned him.
And isn’t that the truth? His father is nowhere to be found. Before Lannister had given himself entirely to his fury, he searched every night for his father’s dreams. There was only ever the cold comfort (or terror) of strangers.
That is what Aela is to him: a stranger to frighten or a stranger to find comfort in. And given his clearly unforgiving mood, Lan does not seek a hand to hold. The suspicion he finds in his aunt’s darkened eyes only fuels the fire in his chest. A sneer curls his lips, revealing teeth that slowly lengthen into fangs.
“And what if I did?” Lannister hisses, his voice a low curl he has only used a few times. He’s certain he doused whatever was in her dreams, even if it was not entirely intentional.
“Do you think you can stop me?”
lannister
@Aela