Mirror
09-08-2013, 03:14 PM
Icy blue eyes would stare back at her, seeming to delve into her very soul - or whatever was left of it. Emerald pools stared back, piercing through his thick layers. He was a stoic man, but rightfully so. His father shared few emotions, but those he did share were given freely and openly. It seemed Taurig had not gained this trait, at least not as openly as his sire. Sendoa's lip curled in the right corner, hoping Taurig wouldn't turn out to be just like his father. As much as she loved Isardis, he had his faults. One of which being his pride, which had led to his loss in battle with the valhallan harlot, Chrysanthe. Sendoa would have to speak to her brother about his nearly deadly mistake. He gave a rather serious response to her posed question, calling it cowardice to take one's own life. Her lip crinkled. ?I would have to agree with you in most cases,? she paused, contemplating. ?But some lives aren't worth living, Taur.? If one couldn't live and thrive, why not take their own life and rid the world of their burden? ?Enough of that talk.? She was in no mood to go down such a dark path on this night. ?Wandering, not much goes on at home lately since Isardis is out of commission.? It was true, with her brother's injury coming in such a sensitive area, she had hardly seen hide or hair of him in the past few days since the brawl. ?You?? His affection was warmly welcomed, and reciprocated in the form of a deep rumble in her throat and the flash of her fangs toward his cheek. ?speak,? |