Eye of the Storm

He would listen to her intently, even as he scoffed at her words. Slate blue eyes would look at the ground, silent but raging at her words. A small part of him would see her truth, understand it, but the rest of him was nothing but a swirling, angry cloud. He wanted to rage, he wanted to stay angry to be angry because it felt better. Perhaps he was just hiding his hurt, that he felt as if he had been practically forgotten. Sure, it was his own fault for keeping distance from his family, but the more time went on the more hurt he felt. If his brothers cared about them all so much, one of them should have dug him out, right? "We would have been perfectly fine on our own." He growled deeply then, eyes narrowing before he lifted his eyes to stare at her. His gaze was intense, his jaws clenching before he quickly looked away again. "I would have taken care of you." He whispered, the rage upon his words. His chance had been stolen from him, his qualities far outshone by their brothers who had more experiance. "But instead...they get all the praise, all the love." He would move to stand then, his toes biting at the ground. He needed, desperately, to move, because he felt he would grow far too angry.

"Burn Baby Burn"