where ever you are
02-09-2015, 11:50 AM
Bacchus would do little more than watch as his father took in his words, bright eyes would close as pain was evident on the man's features. Mismatched ears were plastered to his skull as their green and red eyes met. Staying silent and still the boy would listen to his father's words. He needed to know why he didn't care how much it might hurt he wanted the closure only this meeting could bring He had no idea if he would ever see his sire again, hopefully this would clear all of the mysteries. The first words were to reassure Bacc that it was not his fault in the least that Vereux had gone. He and his brother's were wonderful and at least he wouldn't question his worth any longer. Then he was given the real story of why he had gone, of why he looked as miserable as he did right now. Bacchus would be unable to hold his father's gaze. The intensity of his tale too much for the boy as he went on. He'd also tell him why it was he'd left Fiori even before he'd been able to catch sight of his offspring. Amalia was trying to spare them. Didn't she think that they were capable of making their own choices? He had wanted to see his father, he needed to know why it was the man was no longer in his life. Bacchus wasn't sure what to think of that yet. Ears would continue to listen even if his gaze was somewhere far away, he'd be given just a hint of a life lesson before he spoke of his aunt and lowered himself to the ground. Bacchus had not moved any part of his except when he'd averted his gaze from the mutilated wolf. He didn't know what to think. "I don't hate you," he'd finally say rather quietly, "I wish you could live with us again." He might have left, but it was obvious to the boy that he didn't deserve to be estranged from him and the rest of them. He'd sigh then, even through his words uncertainty still held him. "I should go," No whe'd stand, eyes falling on his wounded father, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He should have told Ama that he had every right to see his children, being drug away from them was no reason to be punished. "I'll look out for Arian. And.. Ill come visit you again." He'd promise, and though he found he loved his father Bacchus needed to go and think about things by himself. With one respectful nod the boy would turn away, glancing back once more in pity. How had his once strong and immovable father been reduced to this? The world was more cruel than he realized. |