Me & You
08-23-2014, 08:16 AM
This was his mother; he was familiar with her ways. And yet somehow her reaction to his words managed to surprise him. Perhaps in his fantasies about their reunion he had painted her far softer, more motherly and sympathetic that she was capable of. He should have known better and maybe there was a small part of him that had, a part that wished to raise her temper so his own could be quipped and he could vent his frustration without remorse. Whether or not he knew it, the boy was on the defensive; when things soured, unless there was more to gain otherwise, Valentine had grown accustomed to keeping his expressions neutral. It was now, now that his mother was managing to look down her nose at him as if he were the shorter of the two, that his features eased out of their pained expression and took on more reserved qualities. There was more surprise to be had at her words. Surely she was lying, painting herself as the innocent as if she hadn't run off on purpose without so much as a good-bye. He refused to believe that she hadn't known, refused to belief that he'd lived these passed seasons heartbroken because of a lie. She was self-centered and heartless, and she'd left him to the wolves on purpose. His heartache made it nearly impossible for him to believe otherwise so readily. The tip of his tail took to flicking like a cat's--the only outward sign that he becoming unsettled. "When the plague struck I was sickened. I thought I was going to die and convicted of this, I went looking for you." This was the heart of his problem, the very center of his wounds, and he couldn't keep the emotions wholly contained. Valentine hated the idea that he was showing his mother weakness and so the tears that welled up in his eyes, those hateful drops of saltwater, sent his ears slamming back and his expression morphing into one of inner loathing. Angrily he blinked them away before continuing, determined to not let himself get so close again. He wouldn't leave here having his mother believe she had conceived a weakling. Surely she could understand the depths of emotion that could move even the strongest to acts they weren't normally prone to. "And you had fled. Everyone had." Referring to the venom she had just hissed at him, he said, "Can you really fault me for thinking I was going to die alone, like Zaria?" "Speaking" Thinking |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
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