lose control to feel alive

Sumayl tucked his thoughts of an upset Vienna away. In truth, he had no reason to really care aside from that she was a fellow pack-mate. Despite not having a reason it didn't change the fact that he did, in some small measure care. Though it wasn't for any deeper reason than he liked her. Which didn't have any hidden annotations behind it. Sure, he found Vienna aesthetically pleasing but one would have to be homosexual, blind, or related to her not too see the degree of her beauty; but Sumayl wasn't the type to hide his feelings or opinions on such things. Subtly wasn't the golden Ostrega's style. Mostly because he wasn't very good at being subtle. Sumayl still wasn't sure what he thought of Jace, still trying to feel the Beta Male out. Given first impressions it seemed that they wouldn't get along very well — which wasn't overly promising considering he had yet to actually meet the Alpha of The Sunspire yet. If Sumayl had thought that there was any kind of chance at a budding friendship he might have asked the other male to call him “Suma” since the shortened version of his name had been what his siblings and foster family had called him. Formality was decidedly best currently.

“Well enough,” Sumayl responded to Jace's question, idly wondering if he'd get snarled at about something else today. Perhaps being chided only irritated the Ostrega because he wasn't a child and henceforth didn't need to be reprimanded like one. Neither was Vienna a child, and she did not need to be coddled like one. Sumayl understood the desire to protect your baby sisters but as an older brother there came a point when you had to accept that they weren't babies but full grown women who would become cultured and who would have men interested in them. How else were they supposed to settle down and have children if they didn't “date”. There was a fine line, to Sumayl, being appropriately protective and then being annoyingly over-protective. “Not everyone can or has the desire to be a weekday Saint.” Especially not Sumayl. He'd never had a filter between his mouth and brain and that was all apart of his rugged charm. He wasn't a gentleman and he had no intentions of masquerading as one. “I know you're the Beta and there are repercussions for talking to you freely and all but you really shouldn't push your beliefs and teachings upon others,” Everyone was entitled to their own opinions and ways of doing things. In truth, right and wrong was only a personal belief and it varied for everyone. “I was raised differently than you, and if Vienna has a problem with my uncouth mouth then I'm sure she'd tell me.” The golden Outlaw and the ebony cloaked Beta couldn't be more different and Sumayl didn't enjoy being forced to watch his mouth just because the other believed he should when Sumayl had never been forced to watch it before. If the world was ideal everyone would act the same way but it wasn't ideal and Jace could threaten him all he wanted but Sumayl wasn't going to confirm to Jace's ideal just because the other male wanted him too.