03-23-2009, 10:20 PM
DaVinci didn't want to seem like the bad guy it it appeared he was doing just that. First the poor child had felt guilty to even be talking to him and now here he was breaking Ryan's heart only because he knew it was almost impossible for the two of them to live this sort of life. He sighed softly and stepped forward to catch her hand before the woman moved too far. "Ryan..." he said helplessly. He wasn't in this alone but at times he just felt like he was, and seeing Val posed just a few feet away made it even more real.
"You don't have to go.. " he said, the sadness lingering in his voice as he tried to ask the question that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue since he'd caught sight of Ryan's daughter. ".. just.. Who was he?" He knew she'd said it was an accident, that she'd made the wrong choice and he knew that she had very low views of the man who was father to her child but somehow he felt that it was something he deserved to know.
Those stormy orbs seemed to not want to meet her eyes because he knew what he'd said earlier was a lie. He didn't want to throw away what they had.. but like he'd always walked a thin line between the two who's blood he shared their love's line was even thinner and fraying everyday. To wake up one morning and find they were to go to war again the clan would kill him and he'd rather it not do the same to her. Better to forget he ever existed than to live a love divided.
"You don't have to go.. " he said, the sadness lingering in his voice as he tried to ask the question that had been sitting on the tip of his tongue since he'd caught sight of Ryan's daughter. ".. just.. Who was he?" He knew she'd said it was an accident, that she'd made the wrong choice and he knew that she had very low views of the man who was father to her child but somehow he felt that it was something he deserved to know.
Those stormy orbs seemed to not want to meet her eyes because he knew what he'd said earlier was a lie. He didn't want to throw away what they had.. but like he'd always walked a thin line between the two who's blood he shared their love's line was even thinner and fraying everyday. To wake up one morning and find they were to go to war again the clan would kill him and he'd rather it not do the same to her. Better to forget he ever existed than to live a love divided.