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Ooc — Tokio
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February 04, 2014, 07:54 AM
Crete could feel the adrenaline pulse through his veins, borne of his anxiety at the critical moments to follow in the wake, unknowingly triggering his flight or fight instinct. A couple of times towards the den Peregrine shared with Hawkeye, Crete would give pause, and consider backing out. It would be easier to turn around, go back and pretend that everything was fine. Of course that was a load of crap, and Crete knew it. It wasn’t easy to pretend such a thing when it
wasn’t fine. Not to mention there was a slim possibility that Hawkeye had probably told Peregrine already -- Crete had no idea but he considered it an option. His heart was deafening in his ears when Peregrine emerged from the den, stretching, calling out to him in Perry’s way of greeting. At first, he could barely bring himself to even look at Peregrine, his mind racing as he tried to get his thoughts in some sort of comprehensible order. There was no going back from this point.
When Crete did finally look at Peregrine, he felt a small measure of relief that his brother did not seem interested in formalities between an alpha and a subordinate even a rebellious one. At Peregrine’s ironic, playful nickname, Crete’s lips barely twitched upwards. He couldn’t bring himself to smile, to enjoy the moment before the unknown would swallow him whole. He needed to get his concerns and how he felt out now, or he feared he would never do it. He looked at Peregrine in full then, meeting his brother’s eyes, expression morose and serious. Peregrine, we need to speak. Crete’s body language spoke to his brother. If Crete had not been using non-verbal communication since his birth practically -- if Peregrine wasn’t so good at reading it, it might have been hard to do, but Crete had faith in their abilities to communicate with one another. It’s about Hawkeye. Crete gestured to his side, where Hawkeye would have stood if she had been there, though Crete was grateful that she wasn’t.
At that Crete paused, wanting to make absolutely sure that Peregrine was following along with what Crete was attempting to communicate.
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