Come away with me
10-29-2014, 05:12 PM
In far less time than he expected, the fae pinpointed what plagued him. Her question lanced through him, sinking in right where he hurt the most. She got the specifics wrong, but nonetheless hit the target. In response he huffed, his gaze rolling skyward. The words were slow in forming and in the resulting silence his jaws worked rapidly, clenching and unclenching as he tried to piece together the right words. He wanted to be understood. No, he craved being understood. But in this even he didn't quite understand what he was feeling. "Yes and no," finally came his vague response. Where did he begin? Slowly he shook his head, massive shoulders shrugging. "It's not that someone is making be feel unwelcome. I just feel like I'm not supposed to be there." He snorted, eyes dropping once more to make eye contact with Ellis. "I'm making myself feel unwelcome." Did he dare tell her everything? His gaze hard, he murmured, "I want to start my own pack...but I...am afraid." There it was. The center of his fears. He grinned, the gesture more an outward, malicious show of the contempt he was feeling for himself than an actual threatening display. There was humor to be found in what he was about to say. Valentine was aware of the absurdity of it before it left his lips. "I'm not afraid of failing or of ruling, no," he growled the word for emphasis, "I'm afraid of what my mother will think of me." Would she take it as a betrayal? Laugh at him? Dare he think it...would she support him? "Speaking" Thinking |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.