Hideaway Strath Up north’s getting cold soon

He looks away from her as she speaks, he doesn’t want her to see his emotions show through. Though his face might be able to mask them fairly well, he’s never been able to do as well as his father was and mask them with his eyes as well. 

He’d have shame, regret, rage, sadness all swirling around in those golden orbs. He can’t hide it. Surely he looks like a pup being scolded by his mother. What does he usually do when he doesn’t want his emotions to show and he feels strongly about something? Be an asshole. It’s just easier that way. Yet, he can’t do right now. Or really he’s convincing himself to not be an asshole to Simmik right now.

So he bites his tongue and keeps his gaze averted. She could probably tell he’s resisting his more primal urges to scream and yell at her right now. 

“I don’t know what to tell you. It’s too late for me to take back what I did now. If you don’t believe that I care for you then so be it, but I do.” He says lowly and begins to walk again, extracting her to follow once more. “I could apologize a thousand times but you’d tell me to fuck off. I know I don’t deserve your mercy right now. I know what I did was wrong, but I did it. I can’t take it back, so I move forward.” 

He continues walking at a languid pace. “You learn to like it here, darling. Once you accept it, you’ll see that I’m willing to do anything for you.” He hums quietly, not daring to look back at her as he says it.