As much as I ever could

N/A · 04-29-2013, 02:05 PM

He hated this feeling. He was surprised to find that he could feel everything at once, pain, suffering, excruciating agony, and yet he was still able to feel void of everything he'd ever known or felt before. He felt everything and nothing all at the same time. He was sure this was what death must feel like - though the boy knew he was being overdramatic. He'd always known that a love between he and Epiphron would not come easy, and part of him had expected it to end at some point. But not like this, never like this. He'd imagined they would fall in love, and eventually - mutually - decide to end their relationship for the better of the pack. It would have been noble, honest, honorable, and just, and yet that moment of maturity in their decisions was ripped from them both, stolen away. How could they ever recover?

He hoped she would not blame him, though he knew that if she did it would only make their parting that much easier. Still, he could not handle her having bitter feelings toward him. She seemed so broken, so fragmented that he was sure she would never be the same. He knew for a fact he would never be the same as he was. This situation had grown him, matured him into the man he would one day be. He only hoped that man was half of what his father was. Any other boy might be furious that his father would use him as a bartering chip in building an alliance, but this boy saw only good when it came to his adopted sire. Gerhardt had not chosen Chrysanthe for Maverick, he had merely accepted an offer given by Valhalla. It was they who wanted the marriage, and Gerhardt had only agreed. Maverick would have done the same - at least he thought he would. This was politics, plain and simple. An alliance with Valhalla was something that any pack would be a fool to refuse. Seracia needed this, and Maverick would do all he could to see that it came to fruition.

She assured him that her sister would be a good wife. Maverick had been worried about that. Had it been Epiphron the boy would have been overjoyed. He knew her, at least a fair bit more than he knew her sister. He hadn't even met his future wife! Still, he trusted Epiphron's words, and nodded in agreement. "If she's anything like you she will be." Some part of him hoped she wouldn't be like Epiphron. It might serve as too much of a reminder. Perhaps she looked different, acted different. It would certainly help him forget the sister he could never have. As she offered him a stern order, Maverick's ears flattened. "You know I will." It was hollow, but confident. He would do nothing but treat Chrysanthe like she deserved. Hopefully she would do the same for him. Who knew.. maybe they'd even grow fond of one another, though he doubted that would be possible with his adoration of Epiphron.

"Things have been better, but they are okay. I just wish..." I wish it would have been you. How easy that would have been to say, and yet so hard. Voice caught in his throat and he chose not to continue, but instead graced his green eyes upon her cerulean. He knew he should have continued, should have somehow promised her that his love for her would never fade, but that would have been a lie. How could he allow it to grow and flourish when he was to be wed to her sister in a little over a season? It wouldn't be fair to anyone.

"speeeeech"

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