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It was a look that Jasper feared, the way his father's eyes shone with something that he wasn't quite certain of. Frowning to him, for lack of anything better running through his mind at that moment, Jasper could only stare at his father. He should have known not to bring her up, especially him, since he'd been the cause of the events that had happened so long ago. Now all that he could do was wait to see what would happen, to see just how much anger his question had brought from his father. Much to his surprise, though, the de le Poer boy was not met with anger but instead with an answer.
Ears fell flat suddenly, not wanting to hear the harsh truth that his father had to offer. Jasper would have much rather thought that his mother didn't want to be found, despite the fact that it likely meant that she didn't want her family anymore. It was better than thinking she was dead. "I didn't mean to make her go." He said finally, his voice a shaky whisper. He'd been wanting for so long to tell his siblings that he hadn't meant for it to happen, that he was sorry that he made her leave them, but he'd even lost all of them before given the chance. Now all he could do was tell his father. |
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indentA long time ago, a gypsy had called out the darkness in his soul. She had spoken to it and asked for a name; it had laughed in her face and spoke of a promise she did not reveal to the man who would become her husband. Even as Ahren wore the beasts sigil on his chest, he did not recognize what this meant. It was just a sign he had found in the ruins of civilization, a sign that had meant nothing but drawn him like a moth to a flame.
indentJasper’s words brought a small smile to Ahren’s face. “You didn’t,” he said quietly, “I did.” It was Ahren, in his rage, who had struck his son. It was Ahren, in his rage, who had turned against his wife. Only later, after he came home with whiskey on his breath, had his sister-cousin flew at him in a fit of vehemence. She had struck him and cursed he should be born unto her family, then told him of what transpired. Only she and Draco had stood at the door of their great castle and watched Ahren begin his walk through purgatory. Even then, Ahren had known that Draco, following the pattern all his eldest children had done, hated him. It was a quiet knowledge he carried even now.
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He'd gone on for what seemed like forever wanting to find his family and gather them, to tell them all that he was sorry that he made his mother run off. Hell, he'd even considered going to look for her to try and bring them back to them, perhaps he wouldn't feel so detached anymore if he did. What he never expected, though, was that his father was pulling the blame to himself in the very same fashion that his child was. Jasper had simply wanted so much to actually be someone. Tegan was adventurous and rebellious, the rest of them, well, he hadn't known them all that well, but each was different, they had their own qualities. Jasper did not. He was quiet and withdrawn, speaking only to Rusalki normally, a ghost. The fire had been something out of his normal character and it had only served to push him back to what he'd already been.
"This place is so different." He commented quickly, ushering away from the subject of his mother. "Don't they know about how they live across seas?" He'd never known just how advanced their lives had been until he'd set foot in this place. Bartering with other places on boats, living in large houses and visiting the market each day. There was nothing like that here. So why here? Jasper wanted to ask, quite unsure what would compel his family to wander to such a place, but for the time he kept that curiosity to himself.
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indent Ahren had never struggled with siblings for the spotlight. He didn’t have the time for that, considering how early his father and mother died. Orphans always seemed to run in the throng of de le Poer hierarchy. That cycle had syntax error'd with Ahren, but his abandonment of all three sets of children was close enough. Shifting his feet and casting a glance around the forest, the scarred and tattooed man spoke. “We did. Pirates came here from England around two years ago. They tried to live like they had in Europe, but this place is too wild. I doubt it’ll ever become like Europe. Even when my pack started adopting human things, like horses and buildings, it was a fluke. The day we left all of that came crashing down.”
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