Judge, Jury, Executioner
02-23-2019, 01:47 PM
Valentine was much more somber than his usual boisterous self, the mood of the evening taking hold of both of the ferociously. Rhyme felt his chest clench as Valentine greeted him. The younger wolf waited patiently on his father’s words, his own gaze inadvertently avoiding Valentine’s features. He didn’t feel like enough time had passed before the old king got on with things. He was oddly gentle as he started the conversation. He announced the elephant in the room and Rhyme felt his ears fall slightly as he looked down at his paws, unsure how this meeting might go. Valentine was usually much more blunt about issues, and Rhyme almost felt more on edge because of it. He wouldn’t have called them recent either, happening a full season beforehand. Though the after effects were much more recent and he still felt the stabbing loss of his son. "I don’t want to give you any excuses for my actions." He answered slowly. "Alcohol was involved in both instances, and within a day of each other." What he really wanted to do was gush to his father about how wonderful he thought his kids were. How much Noir reminded him of Valentine, or how much Poem looked like him. "Neither of them were in heat," he also mentioned absently. Not that it was an excuse, but he was trying to paint the picture for Valentine. What else did he say? He didn’t want to excuse his actions and a vagueness had taken him. Did he admit how vulnerable he’d been when Shaye was so close to him? Or how Tana had easily confessed that she loved him, and it had seemed so right to take the next step? Rhyme sighed heavily. "What do you want to know? Or do?" Was he in for a stern talking to or was he facing being disowned? |
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