Until I Devour You
10-19-2016, 04:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-19-2016, 04:06 PM by Elias.)
He could see her happiness leave her, he could see it on her face and in her eyes as he anticipated the words he knew were coming. He watched her as she thought on them just before she let them out, and when she did he felt the skin beneath his hackles threaten to tighten and prickle in response but so far his hold on his reactions had been solid. He willed them to stay smooth, and through-out most of her words he was trying his best to remain calm.
'I never said I was inexperienced.' He wasn't so sure about that, but again that was due to where he came from. He was only half joking about the purpose of scars, though he did find value in the words that followed. It was good to keep yourself open to new experiences so your expectations don't preform habits in unpredictable situations.. especially with fighting. He gave her a nod, a small one.. but still a nod as he agreed with that statement at least.
He looked back to the stream for just a moment, "Thank you for bringing me here," He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he did his best to calm himself. He missed his sister and the way her presence easily soothed his soul and kept him calm, but he tried to think of her in this moment of recollection before he looked back to Faite. "In truth, it's not really your fault that I can't." He'd never.. flat out admitted his issues to anyone, but he decided.. he'd give it a try. It was all part of the process of finding out how to get a hold on this thing, right? "I guess, you could say I have a bit of.." His 'brows furrowed as he tried to think of the words, tried to pull them out of him without making himself sound crazy. The frustration was clear, "I guess you could say that.. I have a temper. You've been nice, I just don't want you to have to deal with that if I get my adrenaline going."
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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