Post by tovaana on Jan 6, 2024 21:50:36 GMT -5
V’than :: Brown Saruth
“A disagreement?” He echoed and looked up sharply, but confusion etched lightly in his somber features. This wasn’t just a disagreement, this was… a contradiction, a... a, oh why couldn’t he think and speak what was in his heart. She had just refused him, he felt rejection rather than a disagreement, he opened his mouth, but it shut tight flat when she accused him. Anger like a fire flared up. About him? The ghost that haunted him whispered that it was because of his father he had attempted to propose marriage. And he wanted to blame his father- but if he did, then he would be accepting it was because of his father he had brought it up at all. And she didn’t give him much chance to think deeply about all of this, because she kept rolling, her words kept on crashing into his ego and who he felt he was. Yes, he had a holder blood, but was he supposed to be ashamed of it? He drew himself up, half clothed and took an angry step toward her, but stopped himself.
“You rejected me!” His voice wasn’t loud, but carried in a low and dangerous tone as he moved to leave. “I was stupid to bring up children, so sorry. But marriage doesn’t keep you from impressing.” He took a shuddering breath, anger vibrating from his core. “I’m not ashamed of being hold-born, no matter your opinion of my low-upbringing, so go on- leave! And take your hide-bound opinion of me with you.”
He grabbed his shirt and put it on, struggling as he did so, it ripped at one of the seams and he growled at it and practically ran at Saruth who he hadn’t realized had risen to a towering stand. At some point the dragon had stood and was trembling like V’than was, anger and confusion coloring his stormy whirling gaze.
Saruth had watched and felt the emotion coming to a crescendo. He felt like he needed to protect someone, but he couldn’t figure out who it was that needed protecting. He cared for both, he felt both, and so his love felt torn. Still, as his human came toward him he stepped between V’than and Riasu, he could at least create a barrier so perhaps the tension would ease. His colorful gaze sparkled with spots of sadness when Riasu had disengaged from his mental protection, and he looked at her now with confusion. Had he done something wrong? All of this was missed by V’than, who was engaged in his own anger and thoughts as he mounted his dragon and urged them to leave. Saruth was too consumed by unidentifiable anger and confusion to ask Riasu anything, or express anything himself. He resisted V'than's urging for a moment, glued to the stone ground and looking longingly after Riasu before forcing himself to turn away, each step heavy.
“A disagreement?” He echoed and looked up sharply, but confusion etched lightly in his somber features. This wasn’t just a disagreement, this was… a contradiction, a... a, oh why couldn’t he think and speak what was in his heart. She had just refused him, he felt rejection rather than a disagreement, he opened his mouth, but it shut tight flat when she accused him. Anger like a fire flared up. About him? The ghost that haunted him whispered that it was because of his father he had attempted to propose marriage. And he wanted to blame his father- but if he did, then he would be accepting it was because of his father he had brought it up at all. And she didn’t give him much chance to think deeply about all of this, because she kept rolling, her words kept on crashing into his ego and who he felt he was. Yes, he had a holder blood, but was he supposed to be ashamed of it? He drew himself up, half clothed and took an angry step toward her, but stopped himself.
“You rejected me!” His voice wasn’t loud, but carried in a low and dangerous tone as he moved to leave. “I was stupid to bring up children, so sorry. But marriage doesn’t keep you from impressing.” He took a shuddering breath, anger vibrating from his core. “I’m not ashamed of being hold-born, no matter your opinion of my low-upbringing, so go on- leave! And take your hide-bound opinion of me with you.”
He grabbed his shirt and put it on, struggling as he did so, it ripped at one of the seams and he growled at it and practically ran at Saruth who he hadn’t realized had risen to a towering stand. At some point the dragon had stood and was trembling like V’than was, anger and confusion coloring his stormy whirling gaze.
Saruth had watched and felt the emotion coming to a crescendo. He felt like he needed to protect someone, but he couldn’t figure out who it was that needed protecting. He cared for both, he felt both, and so his love felt torn. Still, as his human came toward him he stepped between V’than and Riasu, he could at least create a barrier so perhaps the tension would ease. His colorful gaze sparkled with spots of sadness when Riasu had disengaged from his mental protection, and he looked at her now with confusion. Had he done something wrong? All of this was missed by V’than, who was engaged in his own anger and thoughts as he mounted his dragon and urged them to leave. Saruth was too consumed by unidentifiable anger and confusion to ask Riasu anything, or express anything himself. He resisted V'than's urging for a moment, glued to the stone ground and looking longingly after Riasu before forcing himself to turn away, each step heavy.