wall of ice, warmth of speech
[ voodoo, trigger; drug use ]
06-28-2022, 04:13 PM
"Ye don't need to figure that out right away" He didn't say it hurryingly, but he said it kindly. He moved closer, veering to eat the deer but pausing. He held her gaze, a soft frown on his lips. "I don't know ye well, aye, but I can tell ye a decent folk" They all had their darkness, all struggled with grasping the light. That's the thing about light - it could not be grasped. It was an idea, a state of mind. Good? Evil? Such things were beyond him... "yer still young, Voodoo. Ye can take the whole of yer life to figure out what ye want." It was true. "S' easy to feel lonely round family. They expect much from ye, but they don't know ye. Not really" They only saw what they wanted to see "yer Voodoo. Ye don't need to force yerself to know more than that." He tried to smile warmly at her, drifting close to the woman. He reached a paw out in an attempt to rest it on her shoulder. Patting it, trying to make himself be less cold and distant. He didn't know why he tried sometimes, but they had a breakthrough now. Here, he could probably count her a friend. Maybe life wasn't all bad. |