but you're somebody else
valen
02-12-2020, 02:26 PM
A long time passed since Rhyme could be considered a boy, maybe his growth had been stunted when he was taken by the slaver band. He always took responsibility for his actions, even after everything he’d come to realize he just wanted to be a good father, to be there for his children. Maybe that was why he felt so guilty now, he’d forced them to shoulder his pain along with their grief. Shaye couldn’t help him now, he had to find his own feet. On his own or… With the help so freely given from those he loved. Rhyme knew now how deeply Samara was integrated into that group.
One he hadn’t considered there in a long time was Valentine. He didn’t hate his father, he certainly didn’t wish he was dead, but after what he’d done… Rhyme couldn’t allow him in his life anymore. His trust had been broken and he felt completely cast out. It was also surprising to see him here now. They had been invited to stay, to say goodbye to his mother and rest before returning. Seeing Valentine here, at Shaye’s grave, made the once alpha freeze.
How much had he heard? Was he going to reveal Rhyme’s deepest thoughts like he’d so easily spoke of Rhyme’s shortcomings when he’d sought his father out for advice? The self named man was too tired to feel anger, he was drained emotionally and fighting the old man wouldn’t be worth his effort. ”I don’t know what you heard,” He started, how drained Rhyme was now became obvious in his voice. ”But you should forget all of it.” His bitterness towards his father snuck in. None of those words were meant to be heard, but especially by Valentine.
One he hadn’t considered there in a long time was Valentine. He didn’t hate his father, he certainly didn’t wish he was dead, but after what he’d done… Rhyme couldn’t allow him in his life anymore. His trust had been broken and he felt completely cast out. It was also surprising to see him here now. They had been invited to stay, to say goodbye to his mother and rest before returning. Seeing Valentine here, at Shaye’s grave, made the once alpha freeze.
How much had he heard? Was he going to reveal Rhyme’s deepest thoughts like he’d so easily spoke of Rhyme’s shortcomings when he’d sought his father out for advice? The self named man was too tired to feel anger, he was drained emotionally and fighting the old man wouldn’t be worth his effort. ”I don’t know what you heard,” He started, how drained Rhyme was now became obvious in his voice. ”But you should forget all of it.” His bitterness towards his father snuck in. None of those words were meant to be heard, but especially by Valentine.
