the heart of me

oh well, lol. :p also this seems like a good place to wrap this up soo last post for me. :-)

Ira had always been an highly intelligent child, boasting of his superior cognitive abilities until those around him brushed it off as nothing more than in his insolent and insufferable arrogance. Until it became nothing more than an liberal exaggeration despite that it his vaunt held certain truth to it. The youth’s eyes narrowed when the dark man chuckled at the catch when he had almost spoken of loving Jinx. Ira did, for what it was worth, love Jinx however because he saw of love as destruction he attempted to keep himself from saying it, afraid that, eventually, the curse would do worse to her than abort her unborn children the next time it struck. She had assured him it had not been his, or his by association, fault but the child still believed feverishly in his ‘curse’. Ira gave a grunt when Kaname spoke that it was not a dead ringer for it’s own potency (which would be a good thing) but beyond that had nothing to offer the man.

Ira let out an indignant snort when the man began to bark about how, apparently, age gave wolves who didn’t know him, who didn’t understand him or his life the supposed right to run around and patronize him. “Age doesn’t always equal wisdom, you know. Besides, you don’t know me. You don’t know the first thing about my life so I don’t understand where you get off thinking you have the right to patronize me,” And that was the end of it because Ira was done having this conversation. He was tired of it and he wasn’t in the mood to argue any more. “I’m leaving to find Jinx. If you happen to see her before me tell her I’m looking for her.” He simply stated it because it hadn’t been a question. With those words he turned and headed in the general direction Kaname had told him the Spine was in.