An Old Man's Quest: Part 2

Ghita Marino · 08-21-2010, 03:08 PM

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Oh noes! D:! But story time makes it better. XD
Wc: 774

"Etiam sit amet lacus sem, vitae dignissim massa."

Her mind was like a puppy's now, the possibilities chasing each other around her mind fueled by the curiosity and a world of possibilities. She wasn't about to give voice to her guesses, of course, but that didn't stop the fae from speculating. Ghita had always been a naturally a curious child, and that had never changed even with age. However, her maturity had, and so had her reactions to curious events. While she formerly hadn't thought about manners or politeness, the older, more mature Ghita could easily hold her tongue and prevent certain faux-pas she'd committed in the past.

"I'm sure it will be." A light smile across her face, the Italian huntress noticed as Marcus' thoughts seemed to take a darker turn, but didn't want to pry into darker secrets. So she took it upon herself to fiddle with her cane, the thick wood a good way to relieve the stress on her ebony claws. Luckily, it only took a few seconds for Marcus to perk up, and only a few scratches on her cane for the awkward feeling to slip away from them. The fae didn't know why Marcus' mood had taken a dip, but she also knew it was his emotions to remedy on his own.

At that remark, Ghita smiled, the pride for her sister evident on her face. "She's made quite an impact on all of the pack members. I don't think one of us has any problem with her." Except for Naniko... This time, it was Ghita's turn to take a somber mood check - the ivory fae had once been a member of Crimson Dreams - that much she remembered from when Cambria and her siblings were born - but an incident that occurred just before Ghita's second arrival constituted the D'Angelo's rapid retreat from the pack. And of course, that was explainable - what had happened to Cambria was unacceptable for anyone.

Nonetheless, she laughed along with him, the sound infectious to her comparatively young ears. Besides - if Marcus could pull himself out of his somber mood, so could she - there were more pressing things to attend to than the past. Her turquoise optics darted towards where the hand journeyed, and again her curiosity was pricked. This man seemed to be full of little mysteries and odd trinkets that would stay locked away as a secret. The question, this time, was intentionally obvious on her face, as her eyebrows furrowed and her head tilted slightly to the right. But still, she said nothing, allowing Marcus to keep his secrets if he desired.

Ghita had been playing on the precipice for a few moments, the memory of Cambria's puppyhood accident plaguing her mind and nipping at her guilt for not being there. Although at the last moment, it was brought back by both her curiosity and Marcus' light mood, and after a while it seemed like Ghita's mood would be alright, and the meeting would still go off without a hitch, until her leg was brought up.

Her face instantly darkening, Ghita's white-tipped hand placed the cane in front of the bad leg, hiding it's disability from the male and scowling down at the wooden stick, as if it was it's fault for her accident. After a moment or two, her eyes flickered up to his, defiant fire beginning to spark behind them, until they were quenched with understanding. In Marcus' gaze, the fae could see something else there, the weight of not just sympathy, but empathy playing there.

"It's fine." She said curtly, her hurt and anger more visible than she would've liked. Her current emotions could only be matched by her hatred of being vulnerable, hatred of having such an obvious weakness to the outside world, one that she was often called out on. It seemed to be a talking point if the conversation fizzled, leaving the frazzled Ghita's nerves to fray on their own. Her grip was tightening on her cane, now, the unease plain to see. Even if the male shared the cane and it's injury, it didn't mean that it made Ghita's own injury any better, or did anything to heal her injured pride.

A sudden movement caught the corner of her eye, and her head flicked up, instincts flaring. It looked almost like he was readying for an attack, and in response her lips curled up ever so slightly, just before his next words settled in. Forcing her heart to stop beating furiously, she nodded, letting out a heavy sigh almost as if she could force out her pain through her lungs. "If you wish to tell one."

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