09-02-2019, 11:41 AM
V u l g a r i S
He turns his head when he hears the little twigs snap under elegant little hooves. Her body shimmers and shines like his advisor’s did, but with more stars and gems than her. In another life, Vulgaris might have found her pretty, but the memory of Leliana’s face eclipses all things he could find beautiful anymore. His heart is filled to the brim with his love for her and it cares little for other things. Still, finding another lost girl in the forest strums his heartstrings and remind shim of why he began this journey in the first place.
He wonders why she is alone out here when he realizes he knows this girl. When he had plucked Dovev from his home and told Bane to let his brood stay as well, she had been there tucked to his side. Briella was smaller back then and the fire in her eyes seems replaced with a kind of confused fog that he pities. But he doesn’t say anything. There’s no need to worry her if she doesn’t know just how lost she really is.
“I’m not sure if she’s lost here or some other place. My daughter hasn’t come to visit her mother and I in some time, so I thought I should find her.. where ever she is,” he explains and attempts at a smile, but it comes out crooked and weighed down with concern. Vulgaris reminds himself that Adna is not some tiny, helpless child, but rather a predator with teeth and venom to defend herself. Never in his darkest dreams did he ever want her to need them, though. “Adna is scaled and red. She’s beautiful like a little summer sunset.”
She’s not little anymore, he again reminds himself. She’s grown. Perhaps he continues to trip over this fact because it had been so easy to protect her and care for her when she was still all scruffy mane and knobby knees. Adna hung on his every word back then and thought he hung the moon just for her. And he would have, he would have.
“My name is Vulgaris. Are you also lost, Briella?” he asks as he begins to walk forward again, giving her an occasional glance. Perhaps his heart is just starved for his children’s love but he wonders if Leliana would want him to bring home any other children he finds along his way. Her tender, aching heart always found a way to make space for more people to love. He keeps the invitation tucked away for now and waits for a more appropriate time, though.
He wonders why she is alone out here when he realizes he knows this girl. When he had plucked Dovev from his home and told Bane to let his brood stay as well, she had been there tucked to his side. Briella was smaller back then and the fire in her eyes seems replaced with a kind of confused fog that he pities. But he doesn’t say anything. There’s no need to worry her if she doesn’t know just how lost she really is.
“I’m not sure if she’s lost here or some other place. My daughter hasn’t come to visit her mother and I in some time, so I thought I should find her.. where ever she is,” he explains and attempts at a smile, but it comes out crooked and weighed down with concern. Vulgaris reminds himself that Adna is not some tiny, helpless child, but rather a predator with teeth and venom to defend herself. Never in his darkest dreams did he ever want her to need them, though. “Adna is scaled and red. She’s beautiful like a little summer sunset.”
She’s not little anymore, he again reminds himself. She’s grown. Perhaps he continues to trip over this fact because it had been so easy to protect her and care for her when she was still all scruffy mane and knobby knees. Adna hung on his every word back then and thought he hung the moon just for her. And he would have, he would have.
“My name is Vulgaris. Are you also lost, Briella?” he asks as he begins to walk forward again, giving her an occasional glance. Perhaps his heart is just starved for his children’s love but he wonders if Leliana would want him to bring home any other children he finds along his way. Her tender, aching heart always found a way to make space for more people to love. He keeps the invitation tucked away for now and waits for a more appropriate time, though.
In this shook-up, twisted world, I'm gradually growing transparent and vanishing
Don’t look for me; don't look at me
Don’t look for me; don't look at me
