10-13-2009, 07:45 PM
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<3333. Tiny bit of PP! 369 words
Ares was glad that Princess liked the present. He was pretty sure that she would, it was just nice to see her happiness at it. He thought she would appreciate the sparkly nature of the pieces especially. It was weird to think of Princess consorting with non-pack members. Ares had barely even left Crimson Dreams pack lands, and the fact that it was something he had never done made him even less inclined to do so. At first it was just because he was terrified of meeting his mother, but now that Princess was living with him.. Well, it was sort of like why bother? What existed beyond the pack borders that he needed? He had here the only family and friends that mattered. Well, Conor was a friend too, but it wasn't like Ares was going to be traipsing over Dahlian boundaries to go visit him. Especially not after that close call with Haku.
"I'm not mad if you aren't." Ares said tiredly, then tentatively suggested: "We should just forget about it, and try and go back to how it used to be?" Of course, it never would. You could never rewind time, and both of them had changed too much. Besides, how far back was he talking? The joy they felt at being reunited, after the initial friction? Or from a million years ago, when together they had decided to leave their mother and embrace the world on their own, no matter the danger that promised? There was a bravery deep within Princess that those who did not know her as well as Ares did would easily overlook. A child, that young, leaving her home for naught but love for her brother. It wasn't like she had escaped someplace terrible, like he was. She had everything she could have wanted, there. Food and affection and nigh-constant praise.
Ares carefully placed a mottled gray arm over his sister's shoulder, squeezing her tight against him in a half-hug, glancing down through dangling black bangs at her pristine beauty. When had he gotten taller than her? He knew he had been growing a little bigger lately, but it was weird to think that she had stopped. "I love you more than anything."
Ares was glad that Princess liked the present. He was pretty sure that she would, it was just nice to see her happiness at it. He thought she would appreciate the sparkly nature of the pieces especially. It was weird to think of Princess consorting with non-pack members. Ares had barely even left Crimson Dreams pack lands, and the fact that it was something he had never done made him even less inclined to do so. At first it was just because he was terrified of meeting his mother, but now that Princess was living with him.. Well, it was sort of like why bother? What existed beyond the pack borders that he needed? He had here the only family and friends that mattered. Well, Conor was a friend too, but it wasn't like Ares was going to be traipsing over Dahlian boundaries to go visit him. Especially not after that close call with Haku.
"I'm not mad if you aren't." Ares said tiredly, then tentatively suggested: "We should just forget about it, and try and go back to how it used to be?" Of course, it never would. You could never rewind time, and both of them had changed too much. Besides, how far back was he talking? The joy they felt at being reunited, after the initial friction? Or from a million years ago, when together they had decided to leave their mother and embrace the world on their own, no matter the danger that promised? There was a bravery deep within Princess that those who did not know her as well as Ares did would easily overlook. A child, that young, leaving her home for naught but love for her brother. It wasn't like she had escaped someplace terrible, like he was. She had everything she could have wanted, there. Food and affection and nigh-constant praise.
Ares carefully placed a mottled gray arm over his sister's shoulder, squeezing her tight against him in a half-hug, glancing down through dangling black bangs at her pristine beauty. When had he gotten taller than her? He knew he had been growing a little bigger lately, but it was weird to think that she had stopped. "I love you more than anything."