Don't Worry 'Bout Me

Ghita Marino · 09-17-2010, 10:09 PM

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SO, SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! DX
Wc: 1150

Ghita had never expected to feel such a flurry of emotion ever again after her traumatic miscarriage and Carlo’s betrayal. The fae had gone, from just over a day, from feeling as if her life was nearly perfect, with the exception of her leg which had taken over the majority of her thoughts, to the unbearable, unending worry which had consumed her after Aro’s disappearance. And then, finally, relief beyond any horizon she had experienced before once his tuxedoed frame meandered into view. But the positive emotion wouldn’t last forever, and now it was time to deal with her wayward son.

To be completely honest, Ghita wasn’t terribly surprised to see her mate leap onto her son, but couldn’t help but flinch and let her ears pin back against her head to see her son pinned under the massive male. When she stared into Jazper’s yellow optics, she could see the mate she knew and loved – the man who was only acting out of pure terror from the possibility of losing his son. Ghita hadn’t been the only one to lose family members – and now the family, in it’s own, warped way, was saying all that they wished they could say to those that had left them, if they had come back.

The hidden message surfacing in Ghita’s eyes, if it could be spotted behind her mask of anger and hurt, was one that spoke volumes. ‘We missed you. We worried about you. You frightened us so badly to the core that we thought we would never see you again. You will never know that pain until you have your own children, but we would never wish it upon you.’ She hadn’t realized it before now, but staring at her mate and son squaring off against each other, the mother hadn’t seen how much her son had grown up in comparison to Jazper – he was growing up quickly. If he wasn’t already, Aro would soon be taller than Ghita herself.

”You expected us to worry and yet you didn’t care, did you.” Ghita was playing the ice queen in this match, mixed with Jazper as the king of fire. Her anger was the more subtle, biting rage that would linger long after the incident. Her words positively dripped with ice shards that stabbed at their heart strings, her hurt tone barely audible beyond the hostility. ”You listened, and yet you felt that our rules didn’t apply to you, that you could just break them as you pleased.”

As she spoke, the fae had risen onto her own three paws, still holding her injured one away from any weight. But that didn’t detract from Ghita’s anger in the slightest, nor did it hinder her smoldering, frightening appearance. He is damned who is one to enrage a mother, or endanger her child; No more was that statement true than in this moment.

Watching her son with a turquoise gaze that could make anyone squirm if the gaze was met, she listened to his story, knowing that she could fill in some of the missing blanks herself. Although she was surprised that her son had been playing the Good Samaritan over at Dahlia de Mai of all places, that didn’t change the past twenty-four hours. And, to be completely honest, it mollified her anger slightly, knowing that at least some values had sunk in to her son’s thick skull.

Even though for now her anger and hurt would take centre stage, the mother would eventually look upon this moment with pride – knowing that her son had recognized someone who had needed his help, and had done the right thing in the end. But Ghita still hadn’t spent her anger up yet, and when Aro glared at her and snapped at his parents, this time the mother was the one to react in the more violent manner.

Propelling herself forward on her three good legs, she stopped right in front of Aro, teeth gnashing inside her ebony lips. There was a spark of madness flitting in her turquoise optics, one that shouted to Aro that he had crossed a line with her in that statement. ”Yes, Aro, you are physically fine – that should make it all better, shouldn’t it?!” She was beginning to shout now, the words she birthed positively drenched in anger and sarcasm. ”Guess what, boy – life isn’t like that. Let me tell you where he was, Jazper – in Dahlia de Mai. Yes, Aro, I tracked you there. Did you think we just sat here twiddling our thumbs while you decided that you were ‘too cool’ to hang around here? There was a pack WAR just a few months back – did you think of that? Did you think at all!? Did you think that your ‘good deed’ could be interpreted as trespassing on another wolves’ territory, and kidnapping their member?”

Breathing heavily, her statements had taken most of the more intense anger out of her, and she continued on in a low tone, intended to scare and intimidate, but just as much to inform her son what drastic consequences his actions could’ve – and still could – have. ”When I found your scent at the border of Dahlia de Mai, what did you think I thought? A hostile pack taking you across it’s borders… had they kidnapped you? Surely he couldn’t be so incredibly STUPID as to cross the border WILLINGLY! We taught you better than that! So, assuming that you had been taken over, what would’ve happened? Your aunt is the leader of this pack, Aro – we would’ve sent a full-on patrol to get you back, possibly starting another war between the packs. Did you ever think of that? If I had been a few seconds ahead of you, there would be a war.”

Now she began pacing in front of her son, everything from her posture to her tone indicating that if Aro wanted to match Ghita’s piercings, he should definitely interrupt her right about now. ”You’re probably thinking ‘phew, good thing that didn’t happen. I’m in the clear now.’ But here’s another lesson for you – what do you think Dahlia de Mai’s leaders will think once they smell your scent all over their land? They’ll probably want retribution – and I can guarantee they won’t come over to thank you. If anything comes of this – any trouble for this pack at all, it’s on your head.”

Taking a couple of steps backwards, she turned her back on Aro after one lingering, piercing glare, before moving towards her ebony mate once more. They appeared to be a unified front, a wall of angry family who were simply lashing out of pain for the perceived loss of their son. Aro had done wrong, and the way the world worked was that he’d have to pay for it. And now, this was the judgment day.

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