A Moment to Spare
04-12-2013, 03:40 PM
It seemed that Erani was hurt, but whether it was by she, by Neo or a combination of the two of them was unknown to her. It made it a bit harder to speak, to go on - but she finished what she had to say because it was too late to stop now. The last thing that she wanted was for the white fae to feel obligated to keep her talking, when she had been the one that had come to the healer for guidance. When she finally ran out of things to say, paused to let what she had released settle into the air, into both of their minds, Erani hummed in response. It was nearly impossible to know what the other female was feeling just by looking at her, even her hum was masked in various emotions and nothing at all.
And so Chrysanthe waited that single moment that felt like a lifetime, until the healer began to speak. She listened, surprised when she heard that she had called for Neo herself. Perhaps in a way she was braver than Chrysanthe herself, even though the yearling had been the one to speak. Opposed to using politics, she had confronted the boy herself - and had spoken with him... only to discover the worst for herself. He hated Valhalla, he hated everything here. His family, the wolves that had raised him. What... had she managed to do with a single conversation? Yet it was too late now, it was all too late - she had claimed him into the pack that he hated and now he would stay here unless he became strong enough to fight she or Syrinx or Collision and he wouldn't be able to easily because they had training and he... "He can't go back, he can hate us - but he will have to hate us here." Unless Collision let him go.
"Maybe we can change his mind." False hope, not a single edge of confidence or vibrato lingered in her tones. She didn't believe that she could do anything to make the situation better - they would simply have to see how this all played out. Chrysanthe wanted her family with her, she wanted to protect them and love them and tease them and challenge them and be challenged - among everything though, making them miserable was no where on the list.
Which was why she hesitated to tell Erani just who she had in mind other than her brother. "A Seracian, Gideon. He... we..." She was probably too young to be speaking of the things that they had done. It was enough to make her pause, trying to fight the blush away so that she could properly speak. "Oh Erani, he was just so different - talking to him was unlike anyone I've ever come across. I couldn't help but like him, but take to him, to let him." She was impressed with him, oh easily she could admit that. "I wanted... too much and..." He had given it all to her without a second thought. She had been selfish and he had been something between a conman and a gentleman and she couldn't get herself to blame him at all regardless. Not one bit. "I'm not completely sure about my feelings toward him, but I want to be with him." She... missed his company, if she was going to be completely honest with herself. Sure, she was busy as one of Valhalla's betas, but in the spaces between patrolling and sparring and hunting the spans of minutes were she was alone felt like hours and it was horrible. It was horrible how badly she wanted to leave her den and wander off in search of the male - she hated feeling like this. Dependent.
It was as if those months of living alone had crumbled away and she was left yearning for constant company in a way that she never had before. "Do you think... he could feel the same way?"
"Talk like this."
And so Chrysanthe waited that single moment that felt like a lifetime, until the healer began to speak. She listened, surprised when she heard that she had called for Neo herself. Perhaps in a way she was braver than Chrysanthe herself, even though the yearling had been the one to speak. Opposed to using politics, she had confronted the boy herself - and had spoken with him... only to discover the worst for herself. He hated Valhalla, he hated everything here. His family, the wolves that had raised him. What... had she managed to do with a single conversation? Yet it was too late now, it was all too late - she had claimed him into the pack that he hated and now he would stay here unless he became strong enough to fight she or Syrinx or Collision and he wouldn't be able to easily because they had training and he... "He can't go back, he can hate us - but he will have to hate us here." Unless Collision let him go.
"Maybe we can change his mind." False hope, not a single edge of confidence or vibrato lingered in her tones. She didn't believe that she could do anything to make the situation better - they would simply have to see how this all played out. Chrysanthe wanted her family with her, she wanted to protect them and love them and tease them and challenge them and be challenged - among everything though, making them miserable was no where on the list.
Which was why she hesitated to tell Erani just who she had in mind other than her brother. "A Seracian, Gideon. He... we..." She was probably too young to be speaking of the things that they had done. It was enough to make her pause, trying to fight the blush away so that she could properly speak. "Oh Erani, he was just so different - talking to him was unlike anyone I've ever come across. I couldn't help but like him, but take to him, to let him." She was impressed with him, oh easily she could admit that. "I wanted... too much and..." He had given it all to her without a second thought. She had been selfish and he had been something between a conman and a gentleman and she couldn't get herself to blame him at all regardless. Not one bit. "I'm not completely sure about my feelings toward him, but I want to be with him." She... missed his company, if she was going to be completely honest with herself. Sure, she was busy as one of Valhalla's betas, but in the spaces between patrolling and sparring and hunting the spans of minutes were she was alone felt like hours and it was horrible. It was horrible how badly she wanted to leave her den and wander off in search of the male - she hated feeling like this. Dependent.
It was as if those months of living alone had crumbled away and she was left yearning for constant company in a way that she never had before. "Do you think... he could feel the same way?"
"Talk like this."