if tomorrow never comes
#7
He couldn't help but grin at the woman as her cheery disposition seemed to drop suddenly at the words he spoke, instead of going on to comment on her own soft words he shrugged and brushed his muzzle against the side of a tree, leaving a scent marker there as he thought for a moment. "Perhaps the whole pack's lucky not to know the real me. I'm complicated." he said shortly. His life was complicated and it was a strange thing that Jefferson and he should work so well together, though their jests and conversation only hardly ever skimmed the surface on who DaVinci or Jefferson himself really was.. but the dabbles left each just enough to satisfy their curiousity for another time.

DaVinci had been thinking on his own life for a second when her second comment reached him and he turned those stormy eyes back to the girl before sighing. "Right. She was, though no one in this pack would understand anymore.. you're all too new to have know her. She deserved better." The words were thick in his maw as he said them. He knew damn well that she'd deserved better than what she'd been granted, the few who knew her, really knew her couldn't even begin to understand what had happened. Her life had somehow got back on track and in the blink of an eye it had been whisked away from them all.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to push past the trainwreck in his mind. "Don't you have something better to be doing?" he said with a frown as he realized that Whinifred was still there. He really hated others to see him when he was splitting in two and breaking apart and annoyingly this kid here had found him doing just that.


Messages In This Thread

Forum Jump: