October 08, 2013, 08:16 AM
this post is all over the place forgive me
The allowance to come closer – it was a pennant of trust. The proximity between them was only allowed by Goldry's say-so. Should his company have voiced dissatisfaction, Vehiron would have respected that. He had not, so the taupe warrior gave Goldry a gentle wag of his tail, solidifying their camaraderie. It was new, but it was there. Question was, would it last?
“No, you're fine,” he said in passing, shaking his cranium. At least Goldry was not being blatantly impetuous in his prying. The man waited to ask the questions when they mattered most. Not that Vehiron was excessively tight-lipped. He just did not respond well to force regarding the machinations of his mind (or his past).
“How? By settling down and startin' a family. To whom?” A darkness befell him, whittling away at his bearing and mood. It was not depression that made his throat constrict, but concern. “To myself.” He looked away from Goldry, glaring out at the failing light of day. He had a lot on his plate, and he was positive it was going to hunt him down until he was dead and rotted.
“Goldry, I –” His voice cracked, so he cleared his throat. “I've got an – an inglorious past.” It was here where he meagerly locked his eyes back onto Goldry's face. “I did many things I'm not proud of, but I did most of it for a reason. My actions were justified.”
It was all a ploy though, wasn't it? A ploy? No...no! There was a kernel of truth in there somewhere. He bled, he killed, for that truth! A truth that's done you no favors. Aside from planting a giant bulls eye on his back? Yeah, no favors. He sighed loudly, some of the tension leaving his body.
“No amount of “I'm sorry” could forgive what I've done, so...I'm trying to move on.” No redemption. “Live a good life. Work on the good things I want in my life.
“Sorry for gushin', by the way. I'm an ass for dumpin' all that on you...” He did a one eighty and jestingly said, “Your turn.” Well, that was one way to lighten the mood.
“No, you're fine,” he said in passing, shaking his cranium. At least Goldry was not being blatantly impetuous in his prying. The man waited to ask the questions when they mattered most. Not that Vehiron was excessively tight-lipped. He just did not respond well to force regarding the machinations of his mind (or his past).
“How? By settling down and startin' a family. To whom?” A darkness befell him, whittling away at his bearing and mood. It was not depression that made his throat constrict, but concern. “To myself.” He looked away from Goldry, glaring out at the failing light of day. He had a lot on his plate, and he was positive it was going to hunt him down until he was dead and rotted.
“Goldry, I –” His voice cracked, so he cleared his throat. “I've got an – an inglorious past.” It was here where he meagerly locked his eyes back onto Goldry's face. “I did many things I'm not proud of, but I did most of it for a reason. My actions were justified.”
It was all a ploy though, wasn't it? A ploy? No...no! There was a kernel of truth in there somewhere. He bled, he killed, for that truth! A truth that's done you no favors. Aside from planting a giant bulls eye on his back? Yeah, no favors. He sighed loudly, some of the tension leaving his body.
“No amount of “I'm sorry” could forgive what I've done, so...I'm trying to move on.” No redemption. “Live a good life. Work on the good things I want in my life.
“Sorry for gushin', by the way. I'm an ass for dumpin' all that on you...” He did a one eighty and jestingly said, “Your turn.” Well, that was one way to lighten the mood.
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