B O N D U R A N T
Emotions. Finicky little things that clouded your vision and could dictate your life. It was never his idea to let them do so, to have an invisible thing that originated from somewhere in the back of his mind. He despised them, hated the loss of control, to be at their complete mercy… it went against his entire nature. Yet he was not a stranger to the sensation, most recently in his acquisition of Ragninfridr into his company. He thanked his family for that. As much as they disdained emotions their entire dynamic was fueled by them. Family before all else regardless of sense or sensibility.
He watched in silence as the confusion that was raging within played across her features. For a moment he allowed himself to study her furrowed brow, the curve of her neck, and the way strands of her black mane were mussed over her ears. He did not look with longing or desire, but merely to look. In an odd way her understood the feelings that were welling up inside of her. Not from a lost parent of course; death is much more final.
As she spoke he snapped back from his momentarily mental reveille, his ears twitching to get resituated in the setting. “Of course,” he says blindly, unthinkingly. Rare were the instances where he invited a complete stranger into his home, but emotion once more ruled the day. Hospitality dictated nothing less from him. A young woman in distress begging for his help, what choice did he have? Obviously this place had once been her home and it was her refuge. He envied her for being able to return to a home.
“You mahy stay ahs long as you like” His deep voice was quiet against the distance that still separated them. Some might have felt compelled to go to her, comfort her, quell the sadness and confusion inside of her, but the inclination to do so was not there for him. He was not heartless, but despite her startling display of transparency she was still a stranger. It was not his place. She did not want his protection, his help, his sympathy, or his affection. All she was concerned with was the Forest.
male // andalusian mix // seventeen.one // seven // bay pintaloosa [Ee/Aa/TT/LPlp] // riley
it is not violence that sets mens apart, it is the distance that he is prepared to go |
