Living in the Memories
10-28-2016, 02:45 PM
He didn't appreciate the trip down memory lane. There was too much age in his fathomless duel-toned eyes. When had the sweet, shy Tar of her memories turned into this man? Her heart ached for the time lost between them. They should have grown up together, they should faced this world side by side. She could do nothing for the past, but the future was starting to scare her. She felt tentative approaching it, uncertain. It wasn't a familiar feeling to the head-strong girl, or at least... it hadn't been. Her courage had taken a blown in months past, and when she had made the decision to leave her broken father and travel here, she had had every intention of burying that weakness. She had covered it in her short temper, flaring up at anything that had threatened to expose it. Tar's presence defied her control, and she found she couldn't reach her anger. It left her hollow, and sad, and she dropped her gaze again, the impish smile leaving her muzzle, her expression was difficult to read, her eyes far away. “Yes” she said, the words so soft that it was debatable if they were even meant for him. “You should have been” she choked on the bitterness stirring in her chest, rising in her throat. How her hate for Glacier doubled in that moment, a rising storm inside of her. She never wanted to see the hollow silver eyes of her father again. The fact that he had let these events break him, the fact that he was nothing now, only added to her fury. He should have stood up, he should have done something. He should have blazed with determination to fix what he had broken, not left his daughter to scoop up jagged, broken pieces. “What if I didn't have an answer, Mortar? Least not one I ca-” she broke off, stirred on her paws. She didn't want to tell him that this was her fault, she didn't want to tell him of her kidnapping, of the wolves that had held her, threatened her. She didn't want to tell him that Glacier had dropped everything – Tar included – to obey their wishes, to meekly be led to the slaughter, all in her name. How could she find the words to explain? She wished he had gone along with her story of pirates. She took a steeling breath, tried to force some strength into her bones. Falling apart had never been an option, it wasn't a part of her DNA, of who she was, and she wouldn't let that poison trickle through now. “What happened never should have come to pass, and everything is gone because of it. Yet, somehow, your still here Tar. I would've traveled the world to find you, but your still here. I want to find them all, to mend bridges, to do something. I want... that is, I would appreciate it if you could find enough forgiveness to work with me on this” she finished, more pleading then she had ever intended entered her tones. She still didn't couldn't lift her eyes. Walk, "Talk" Think |
