07-26-2010, 01:01 AM
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Snake didn't even have to look at her to know she was all nerves—there was a tension in the air, and it was not coming from any of the members of Inferni. Unfortunately there was a distinct lack of connection between any emotion he might feel brush by and his expression, so he struggled to reassure her. Words were sparing things for the man, especially in the presence of his superiors. While he knew no one else in the pack was, Snake was militaristic—he usually did not consider speaking unless a superior directly addressed him. But he knew he had to do something, lest she have an emotional breakdown here and now. So as she said she had missed him—that was not something that anyone had really told him before—his blank facade slipped for a moment before reassuming itself. He nodded, a small motion, though it was something. His olive eyes appeared a few shades softer.
It wasn't until Kaena spoke that he learned of the source of the tension, and this meeting in the first place. There was the slightest lack of belief to his expression as he considered her siding with Inferni. It was not that he feared commitment (honestly, Snake didn't think about things like that—he lived day by day), it was more just the atmosphere between wolves and Inferni nowadays. A good few wolves didn't take kindly to the clan, and he couldn't imagine how they would react to a wolf who lived with them. Quite frankly, he was stunned. He couldn't believe someone was willing to do something like that for him. He blinked, composing his thoughts as he realized Gabriel had asked him for his opinion.
"If she is willing and you both approve, I agree." Snake had never been one to mince words, even when it came to things like this. But he did think that this seemed a little callous (not that he knew how to fix it; it seemed like a perfectly logical thing to say), and so he added with a somewhat furtive glance toward Lucia, "I will care for her." That was as close to heartfelt as he could get.
He didn't know how they would react. He could follow the movements of an opponent so exactly he could know where they'd be, how to avoid them, and how to dispatch them within seconds. But he didn't think he'd ever be able to understand how thoughts and emotions worked their way through others. It was not logical, and it was not rational—therefore it was beyond Snake's ken.
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Snake didn't even have to look at her to know she was all nerves—there was a tension in the air, and it was not coming from any of the members of Inferni. Unfortunately there was a distinct lack of connection between any emotion he might feel brush by and his expression, so he struggled to reassure her. Words were sparing things for the man, especially in the presence of his superiors. While he knew no one else in the pack was, Snake was militaristic—he usually did not consider speaking unless a superior directly addressed him. But he knew he had to do something, lest she have an emotional breakdown here and now. So as she said she had missed him—that was not something that anyone had really told him before—his blank facade slipped for a moment before reassuming itself. He nodded, a small motion, though it was something. His olive eyes appeared a few shades softer.
It wasn't until Kaena spoke that he learned of the source of the tension, and this meeting in the first place. There was the slightest lack of belief to his expression as he considered her siding with Inferni. It was not that he feared commitment (honestly, Snake didn't think about things like that—he lived day by day), it was more just the atmosphere between wolves and Inferni nowadays. A good few wolves didn't take kindly to the clan, and he couldn't imagine how they would react to a wolf who lived with them. Quite frankly, he was stunned. He couldn't believe someone was willing to do something like that for him. He blinked, composing his thoughts as he realized Gabriel had asked him for his opinion.
"If she is willing and you both approve, I agree." Snake had never been one to mince words, even when it came to things like this. But he did think that this seemed a little callous (not that he knew how to fix it; it seemed like a perfectly logical thing to say), and so he added with a somewhat furtive glance toward Lucia, "I will care for her." That was as close to heartfelt as he could get.
He didn't know how they would react. He could follow the movements of an opponent so exactly he could know where they'd be, how to avoid them, and how to dispatch them within seconds. But he didn't think he'd ever be able to understand how thoughts and emotions worked their way through others. It was not logical, and it was not rational—therefore it was beyond Snake's ken.