confession

*Gerhardt* · 07-30-2013, 08:58 AM

To say that he had gone just a little bit paranoid - or perhaps a bit insane - after murdering his wife would be a truth he couldn't deny. Gerhardt had lost his luster, and had lost a portion of the sanity he'd once had. He hoped that by knowing if he'd inadvertently killed a Valhallan, he might somehow quell some of his paranoia about the monster he'd become, but he couldn't help but wonder if not-knowing was better than knowing. After all, what if the Valhallans confirmed his worry? What if they told him that he had indeed killed an ally? What if this threatened the relationship he'd worked so hard to forge between the Kingdom and Valhalla?

Perhaps this was a mistake.

But it was far too late to take back his howl, far too late to avoid the confused expression of his lackadaisical brother, Gideon. He almost snorted. Did he need help? Oh he needed so much more than that. I need answers, brother. I need to know. He stood slowly, tail and head remaining at a respectful level. Adette. He paused, unwilling - or perhaps unable - to continue that line of speech. How long did she reside in Valhalla? There was a chance Gideon didn't know, as he wasn't the most observant of beings - at least he hadn't been in Seracia. Gerhardt wouldn't blame him for not knowing, but it would only draw out his wondering that much longer. There was a twitch in his tail, an involuntary movement created to distract himself from his own thoughts. Amethyst eyes met blue, and found concern and comfort there. Perhaps this wasn't a mistake.

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