Burning Everything I Know [Sparrow]
05-24-2018, 06:38 PM
Brandr had expected pain, but not this much. Even so, he steeled himself. They had already made their decision and he would see it through. Staying because of guilt was a poor reason to remain in a pack. Besides, he didn't feel he was that necessary to the function of the pack. Sparrow was the alphess. She was the hub of the pack. If anyone needed to stand firm and be a pillar to them in this time of need it was her, not Brandr. He flinched at her words before gazing seriously back at her. He had no idea that her confidence was so shaken and that she leaned so heavily on him. She was over twice his age, raised in a stationary pack, surely she was full of more wisdom than he could even imagine. "I'm sorry to hear you say that. If you feel you can't trust your pack then Abaven may well be doomed." Trust was crucial in any relationship, and he found the news surprising. He had no idea she felt that way. If the bonds were so fragile then there were only two outcomes. They'd break completely and the pack would dissolve or they'd finally be pressured into mending their bonds. He shook his head at her words about their history. "That's exactly it. I've been here most of my life but I still don't feel like I am where I'm meant to be. I've felt out of place for a long time. I feel like I'm still on the fringes. Hearing Corentine talk about the nomadic life… I've grown nostalgic for that life." He knew it could be foolish. With his luck he'd try life as a nomad and probably come to find it far more bitter than he realized. Though the risk of war and the headache of politics was significantly less to a pair of wanderers than to a stationary pack in the path of bloodthirsty conquerors. "Yes, there will still be risk, but I will take it upon myself." It was having Corentine and his children right under the nose of their enemies that caused him such great anxiety. He could care less what happened to him… well, no that wasn't quite true. The pain his death would cause his lover and children. Spirits… how the prospect of becoming a parent changed so much. He sighed but held firm against her anger. He didn't hold it against her at all and was sure he deserved it. But perhaps this would make her see, he was just a man. A broken up mess of a man despite the outward appearance of strength. He was no one's rock. But he was someone's love… Brandr gazed back at her calmly, struggling to keep tears from forming in the corners of his own eyes. "Perhaps… before you go forward you should answer those questions. What are you fighting for Sparrow? Why are you still here? Is it just because of your father? Are you just doing this to keep his legacy going?" Brandr felt a pinch of anger at the way Bass had disappeared and never bothered to check back in, to check in on his children. Just like his mother had disappeared without a word. To hell with his legacy in Brandr's opinion. "Sparrow… I'm still going. I would not have approached you if the decision was anything but firmly decided. I wish I could offer you something to lift your spirits but I don't know that I have it in me. I will say this, if you feel like you're not where you're meant to be, if this is not what you want for yourself… then do something about it. You have as much of a right to live the life you want as anyone else. Goodbye." -exit- "Talk" "You" Think |
ooc: felt like a good place to wrap up narratively speaking but if he exited to soon let me know or just stop him xD -pats the sad sacks-