11-06-2016, 10:40 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
Vida arrives promptly and her gaze is steadily fallen on him in which he matches for a long moment. Her kindness has been infectious since the day she met their band of nomads, but she hasn’t been granted the warmth she so very much deserves. The enjoyment in her company rushes across him, but is unfortunately dismissed in a heartbeat when Wallace speaks up with a voice sharp as knives. Tiphon’s head turns and his heart plummets. He listens – but, oh, how he wants to interject – and can feel how tightly his throat is closing in anger. His brows furrow and a fire blazes in his eyes, but he says nothing until silence has finally creeped over her. There is a moment of tension in that quiet until Vida takes her leave. Reaching out, Tiphon brushes his muzzle along her shoulder, but it is only after she has veered away that his voice finally rings with an authority that it has lacked for years.
”Don’t you ever speak to her or anyone else like that again while in Ischia or in my presence! If you want to stay here then I expect you to show respect to everyone around you. Do you hear me?” He inches forward until their faces are nearly close enough to touch, his hot breath fanning across her skin. ”She, nor anyone else, deserves to be treated like that.” His stomach his churning, his blood boiling, but he can bring himself to only say so much. Despite the maltreatment and his disapproval he is still a leader and is forced to carry and address himself with composure. There is no way to escape it; this is his role, his purpose.
Through clenched teeth he hisses a deep breath and blinks his eyes to look away from Wallace. His muscles quiver then settle as another lungful of air is drawn in. The silence rejuvenates him and the tropical breeze soothes his firing nerves until he can bring himself to speak again. ”Now why, Wallace, do you want me alone?” Her mannerisms had been altered by having additional company. She wants him – only him – to speak with and he doesn’t bother beating around the bush to know why.
”Don’t you ever speak to her or anyone else like that again while in Ischia or in my presence! If you want to stay here then I expect you to show respect to everyone around you. Do you hear me?” He inches forward until their faces are nearly close enough to touch, his hot breath fanning across her skin. ”She, nor anyone else, deserves to be treated like that.” His stomach his churning, his blood boiling, but he can bring himself to only say so much. Despite the maltreatment and his disapproval he is still a leader and is forced to carry and address himself with composure. There is no way to escape it; this is his role, his purpose.
Through clenched teeth he hisses a deep breath and blinks his eyes to look away from Wallace. His muscles quiver then settle as another lungful of air is drawn in. The silence rejuvenates him and the tropical breeze soothes his firing nerves until he can bring himself to speak again. ”Now why, Wallace, do you want me alone?” Her mannerisms had been altered by having additional company. She wants him – only him – to speak with and he doesn’t bother beating around the bush to know why.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION