Tuktu Weir confessions of a sociopath

Once, some time ago, Trajan was as bitter and angry as Delight is. He is over that now. Well, not exactly over it — there are moments and flashes of arrogance and pain, but he is trying to move past it and he figures that as long as he keeps trying, he's doing well enough. He remembers what his father told him when he came back the second time. Shadow had looked at him, a mixture of emotions flickering in his platinum gaze — pain, happiness, nostalgia, sadness, disappointment. His father doesn't say anything, however, just envelops his son in a hug and welcomes him back. Later, Shadow tells him a story of his youth, of his arrogance and pride and how it brought his downfall. Trajan had, at that time, laughed but now as he thought back to it, a lump rose in his throat. He swallows and gives a toss of his head and a shake of his shoulders. He wants to do something, he realises. When he goes back to Noctem Vagus, if he goes back, he wants to make his father proud.
Trajan smiles softly at the boy's words, seeing a bit of his younger self in Delight. He realises quickly that he's softening, but for once, he finds that he doesn't really mind. It's a bit easier not to always be on guard. "Whatever you say, Del," the Roman glances at the younger wolf, the eye contact only broken by the brief wink he shoots Delight. Mismatched eyes gleam with a gentle sort of amusement. "Fine. A handsome, cutely embarrassed kid," Trajan grins as he scuffs at the earth with his paws, "we compromised. Good enough?"
Truth be told, Trajan could do this forever as well. Walking through the forest on a border patrol and teasing Delight. The thought brought warm feelings to the soldier and although he dismissed them quickly, a gentle look flits briefly over his chiseled features. Perhaps, he thinks absentmindedly, he doesn't need wars and battles to keep him happy and busy. Perhaps, all he needs is an embarrassed packmate for company on border patrols, quiet afternoons and philosophical thoughts.