Dont tell me friendship isn't love
04-17-2014, 08:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-17-2014, 08:53 PM by Crucifix.)
Crucifix didn't miss how sickeningly selfless Alpine was acting, he had even gone so far to say he was pleased that Crucifix and Twig had found each other. He found himself narrowing his eyes at the brute, watching, waiting for a twitch some sign that he was lying, that he was pissed that Cru was stealing his spot beside's Twig, well.. not really stealing, this spot belonged to Crucifix, and only a worthy male would ever have a shot of replacing him in it. Still, he saw only embarrassment in Alpine's features, a submissiveness as the boy would sit on his hunches and make no move as Cru rubbed his scent against his sister, claiming her before Alpine. He knew he was being childish, and perhaps even silly, but the depths of emotion he had spied within the two went deeper then the friendship they paraded on the outside. He had asked his sister if she could admit to the feelings he already knew he had seen, had asked her if she desired this boy, is she wanted him to be hers. He could feel her shock, her form swivelling to meet him eye to eye. He was careful to smooth all that had taken a hold of his expression before, all that possessive warning to Alpine. When Twig's eyes met his, he would see that sense of curiosity that lay there, a raised eyebrow that gently laughed at her disbelief. He would, however feel a slight sense of annoyance that her vocals rose high enough to be heard also by the boy they spoke of. He watched as her own expression echoed one of love, but her eyes where not on Cru, they where on Alpine. He mentally shook his head, wondering how his sister could not see it as easily as he could. ?I'm glad someone was here to help you? he said softly, still refusing to raise his own voice, forcing Alpine to strain to hear his words. ?Since I was not? he said, even more softly, these words where for Twig alone, not for this silly white brute who looked as every bit as naive in knowing his love as Twig's words had sounded. ?But do you truly know your heart, my Twig?? he asked, as equally as soft as his previous words. "My sounds""My Soul" |
