Reap Just What You Sow
06-21-2013, 10:55 AM
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Gabriel focused on the feel of the dap grass beneath his belly, the moisture that trickled through the air, the bitter chill of winter. He had no feeling towards such things and he focused on that notion, clung to it. It helped him hide the hodge podge of disappointments that settled within his chest. He wasn't sure why this male was so hell bent on talking to him, it wasn't like Gabriel had been openly affectionate or kind, in fact quite the opposite, he had been mildly rude and rather unsociable, shouldn't he be handing him over to his mom, chastising him for ever leaving Valhalla's borders? he was barely six months, hardly, at least by his parents standards, old enough to explore Valhalla, not speaking of the rest of the world. He watched him, keen eyes darting about the rather sizeable torso of his new advisory, because that was this was right? he was trying to pry, to reach inside and drag out all that pain the Gabriel had spent the past several days compressing into a ball that he shoved into the back of his mind. He would convince himself he didn't care, he would convince himself that he never wanted to see Pip again, he would convince himself that he wanted to stay the way he was and everyone else could go sit on it. And God damn it he would convince himself of those facts. He would. he was strong, at least in heart and he was determined not to feel this crappy ever again. His eyes would narrow, body tensing, defensive as the males words would slide against his audits, had he been raised in a crueler home he would have snarled, as it were, his lip curled and then relaxed, silence reigned once more, Gabriel had never been one to do things rashly. He would think this through, calculate as he always did and finally his lips would part, his tone considerably colder. "You don't know me." The lyrics would fall with an air of almost disinterest. "Talking about things that wound you only makes the pain worse. I'm tired of talking it doesn't do any good." He would like away, eyes trailing back to the border almost longingly. No one harassed him, he was allowed to think and focus on his own thoughts, but this was his home and he couldn't bring himself to abandon it.
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