beauty on the breeze
for theory
01-27-2020, 05:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-27-2020, 05:32 PM by Corvus.)
Masking his emotions wasn't something Corvus was very good at, but when it came to Theory it felt pointless. She knew him well enough that she could no doubt see behind any mask he tried to wear, and regarding things like this... as much as it sucked to bring up and discuss, he knew in the end it was better to be straight-forward with what he had to say. All at once she sprung upright when he spoke, and he nearly flinched in the face of her outrage, despite knowing it wasn't directed at him. It was rare he saw her like that, and her pain was palpable enough to make his own suddenly be felt more strongly. And he had felt hurt when Ignis had told him what Acere planned, hadn't he? Feeling hurt wasn't an emotion he was accustomed to, but he realized precisely what that discomfort had been.
"I.. I don't know," he started weakly, letting his shoulders rise and fall in a halfhearted shrug. "It was some kind of deal that Winterfell had to make to save one of their pack members' boyfriends, or something. I'm not really sure what they're after but Ignis insisted it's not supposed to be taken badly." And yet it still stung, and how could it not? Even if they took no material goods, or slaves, it was still a victory in the name of whoever had sent them - and that thought made his own hackles raise instinctively, though his agitation was far less visible. He hoped he wouldn't have to fight Ignis; he would defend Abaven tooth and nail, and he knew others would do the same... and he had a feeling his packmates would be less forgiving than he might be if they ended up in a fight against Ignis.
"I.. I don't know," he started weakly, letting his shoulders rise and fall in a halfhearted shrug. "It was some kind of deal that Winterfell had to make to save one of their pack members' boyfriends, or something. I'm not really sure what they're after but Ignis insisted it's not supposed to be taken badly." And yet it still stung, and how could it not? Even if they took no material goods, or slaves, it was still a victory in the name of whoever had sent them - and that thought made his own hackles raise instinctively, though his agitation was far less visible. He hoped he wouldn't have to fight Ignis; he would defend Abaven tooth and nail, and he knew others would do the same... and he had a feeling his packmates would be less forgiving than he might be if they ended up in a fight against Ignis.
