Blackfeather Woods only to trip at the sound of goodbye

Much to his surprise, Maegi disproved his assumption that she wished of him to apologise for the anger he felt toward Rowan for his shitty attitude. Worse, she openly announced her preference on the matter: that he should simply let it go and move on. Venamis' raven ears pricked forward, fleeting, before they splayed backward to communicate fresh resentment he suddenly felt for her.

Of course, it was always easier for others to tell someone to shut up and get over something that affected them, instead of insisting that the offending party take responsibility for their actions. "Sure," the obsidian boy twitched his lip, sarcasm dripping from his words, "let's just pretend we don't have a real problem here. It doesn't matter that he continues to get under my skin as long as it makes your life easier, right?"

Bitch, he thought fiercely as he turned his face away, suddenly unwilling to even look at her as the realisation slapped him right in the face: he was Damien's son. It was a title not of his doing, one he would carry with him for the rest of his life, and one that was sure to burn him wherever he went.

Venamis had nothing to say to his pallid leader's small talk. She could go eat shit with Rowan too, for all he fucking cared. He ignored her feigned interest in his life and moved away with a huff, not bothering to glance back should she bother to call out to him.