male | seven | tied to striker | cobryn x enigma
Solitaire was very much his father's son, where family meant so much, no matter that it was all in broken pieces here and there. He wanted to bring them all together, and yet he knew where the difficulties lay. He knew that family bonds could be difficult to manage, and that it took a lot of effort to get where he wanted to go with that. And Solitaire knew that having his own family was a difficulty in itself, considering who he was and his past, the things he simply did not feel and wasn't interested in faking for any reason. Solitaire did not want to be dishonest just because he had realized how much he wanted a family, and he was trying to figure out how to deal with the problems that had recently occurred. The fact that he had found out how much he wanted pups, but how crazy a situation like that had to be in order for such a thing to ever happen. Perhaps he would never be a father at all, and that was a terrible thought. Yet Solitaire had to think it, had to accept his losses and.. find a way to manage with them being ever present in his mind.

True, he felt like he needed some kind of revenge for what had been taken from him, but he wasn't sure what kind would be enough, what kind would soothe the ache within him. Would there ever be any kind of vengence that would make him feel better about the situation? He wasn't sure yet, and he wasn't going to just.. be too impulsive about it. He might snap suddenly, but at least he was giving it these thoughts. Trying to hide himself away so he did not do anything he shouldn't, anything he might later regret. That did not mean it was easy to be doing this, though. More difficult yet to try and deal with all his bitter emotions when Striker had found him here like this. Solitaire did not know what to think about her or the entire imprint thing, and right now was not the best time to be pondering it, because he was prone to be much more blunt on the subject, not the gentle unease of before. If that would do him good or make things worse between them, Solitaire did not know. But she had been away for a good amount of time, so why come now?

He could feel small parts of her emotions, that spike of anger, the uncertainty at his question. Yet she had answered him, and he had nothing to say in response to all of that. His emotional roller coaster had probably brought her here, and Solitaire wasn't in the mood for sharing it all just yet. Awkward enough that she could feel it in the way that she did, and how strange would it be to tell her the exact things? It seemed much more personal than she had any right to ask about. Of course then she was talking about being glad she had come anyway, and saying how she knew she hadn't been around a lot and not good at the bond thing. Then she had told him she was sorry, and Solitaire did not know how to respond to that. What did she have to be sorry for? He hadn't tried to obligate her to him in any way because of the imprint thing. It was her choice to be here. Finally, Solitaire decided to reply; "What is it that you want from me? What is it that you need?" Because it had to be asked, right? There had to be a reason she didn't just ignore all of it.