End of the line

Emile · Updated 04/30/23:

Yes Emile had been avoiding his father, avoiding his responsibilities and it was mostly intentional. He was under it all still angry, feeling like everyone had been given a chance to move forward and he was stuck, arrested in his development. And of course his father had found another woman and Emile had no desire to even bother anymore. Everyone he'd ever bothered to get to know had abandoned him, why even try? So maybe it was a self-fulfilling prophecy, he had sequestered himself away from his family, his father in particular and had done his best to avoid getting too familiar with anyone and so he was lonely and feeling abandoned. But he wasn't really in a place to be self aware like that.

He was out in the plains today, spending some time collecting what few herbs he knew were useful that had managed to reach a usable level of maturity in the incredibly short warm weather they'd had. He was aware of the pack around him and even of his father but he wasn't really reaching out or actively looking to engage with anyone so when his father settled himself smack dab in the middle of Emile's path the boy felt a wash of unease settling over him, his ears pulling back for a moment before his father spoke and slowly, ever so slowly the boy lifted his gaze, dark greens rising to meet his father's gaze. And all the emotion he'd been stewing on for a year now came simmering up to the surface. His face grew a little harder then, a flash of anger in his eyes before he broke the gaze and set about poking around at the dirt near him. "Wwwwwwwwwhat about?" He asked, his voice wavering and he did everything in his power to avoid flinching under his own stutter, aware he was letting his emotions get to strong, making his tongue trip even more.

"Speech"

Art by Sigath

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