[000] - Open for anyone, really. ;D Gunnar's angryface.
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Anger.
It was an emotion he hadn't been expecting at all, lately. He'd come home from his trip out to Salsola relatively unharmed, an easy three days of healing without anyone noticing... after all, he always limped anyway. Not as if anyone would notice a little wince here and there, especially with the cold weather finally settled in around them. Sore joints, was all... right? Heh.
But that morning, he'd woken up to a terrible surprise. His bandana, the one his mother had given him, was missing. He figured he'd forgotten to close the door to his room or something, because a stranger's scent was there. Whoever it was, he didn't know them and at first, he feared an intruder.
...the frustration settled in when he realized it wasn't canine. The scent belonged to a rat. It must've stolen it for bedding, which meant he'd never get it back now. That's about the time, some mid-afternoon, when his anger set in. He forced himself outside to the training grounds, if only to save his room from any more damage than already inflicted.
He'd spent the last hour or so there, grunting and growling as he pounded and swung at the training dummies there, teeth bared and pain ignored. His weapon of choice? A crude staff of sorts, or rather, a thick branch... the third one he'd found. The other two lay broken, one shattered, off to the side. The dummie was looking worse for wear.
With a particularly hard swing, the third 'staff' finally snapped, splintering into fragments that went flying in all directions, the broken end of the stick twirling a few feet and hitting against a tree before falling to the ground. He held the longer end of it in his hands till, breathing, glaring at the beaten dummie, imagining it to have a rat's face on its wooden shoulders. This was his last stick.
He threw the broken stalk of wood to the ground in a huff and rumbled angrily, turning sharply and moving over to a nearby fence post, leaning against it and crossing his arms sourly. The sun, off in the distance, was finally setting and so was his temper. Those cold eyes never left the practice dummie he'd pounded and beaten on all afternoon, but his mind eventually gave into the exhaustion his body felt and the anger faded away. A treasure lost, but at least it wasn't a someone...
...why wasn't she there? Gunnar thought bitterly to himself, his mind going back to the woman who'd given him the bandana in the first place. She loved those caves and tunnels. Why would she have left? A voice in the back of his head told him it was his fault, that he'd abandoned her just to get away from the brat called Esme.
...he shook his head and slid down into a sitting position, holding the sides of his face and growling. Esme would've killed me if I hadn't left. I didn't abandon her. I would've come back sooner if I'd known it was safe again... Dark hands slid down away from his face and he looked out across at the horizon, a tired expression replacing the anger and frustration from before. ...I would've brought her home.
Where the hell did you go, Mom? Whispered words. Somewhere, deep down, he'd realized it a long time ago, but had refused to admit it to himself. Valinta was dead. Somewhere down the line, she'd died, leaving him a true orphan. He had a family on the way, in a sense; his lovely Fia and her own family were more than happy to take him in (except for her brothers, who seemed to want him gone half the time), but... was he really ready to live without her? To go without his Mother's comforting words whenever he needed them? ...Oh, for fuck sakes, Gunnar. Grow up. He'd just have to suck it up and deal with it... after all, it was his turn to protect Fia and Casa di Cavalieri from danger, right? Right.
As the sun set in the afternoon, The girl wore her usual clothing, with an old elk blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her black hair draped over it. The girl took a stroll through the setting sun, bright blue eyes flashing brightly as the sun caught. As she walked on silent paws, she thought silently of her brothers and family.
Why had they been so reluctant and angry to let Gunnar into her life? I mean, it was her life, not theirs. It only made the woman agitated and annoyed, so she shoved the thoughts away. Speaking of Gunnar, she hadn't seen him all day and it had begun to worry her. Where had he gone? Had her brothers done something to him? No, her brothers wouldn't do that, as angry as they where. She had traveled the halls and rooms of the courthouse, hoping to catch him somewhere.
Fia was nearing the training grounds now, letting her paws take her where ever they wanted. Suddenly, a crouched, large black figure was on the other side of an old, cracked white fence. His body had discomfort and anger written all over it. The young woman's eyes instantly turned into concern, which her ears lay against her skull. "Gunnar...?" She called out quietly, not sure if he even heard her. She slowed her pace down, walking cautiously before coming to a complete stop.
What was he angry about? Why was he so distressed? Why was he here? Where her brothers bothering him too much? With an inward growl, she made a private note to speak to her siblings. She understood all they wanted to do was help, but this was too much. The girl's stance was the same, still hesitant to speak and a bit afraid to do anything else.
Blue eyes continued to watch his crouched, tense stance with uneasiness. "Perhaps I should just go...?" She said a bit to herself and to Gunnar, though more to herself. Her bright orbs gazed over the shattered pieces of wood that lay scattered all over the ground, along with what was left of the beaten dummy.
[228] - Fia, m'love! ♥ And sure, once the angst is out of the way.
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He didn't hear the first call out to him, Fia's voice quiet against the rushing thoughts in his head. When she stopped near him, though, murmuring uncertainity, he flicked an ear her way and glanced over from behind his hands. Fia? Sure enough, there she was, wrapped in a blanket and looking nervous, if concerned, about him. He hated that look instantly.
The boy let his shoulders sag a bit and moved to wave her over, a show of control over his battered emotions. No, no, it's fine. I could use the company. He corrected softly, though 'soft' was difficult to manage with a voice like his. Somehow, he pulled it off well enough not to sound angry in that moment.
He waited a moment for her to respond, to come closer, then moved to stand with a creak of worn out joints. Once standing, and if she came closer, he'd move to wrap his mate in a tight hug, not saying anything just yet. He'd come to realize what had truely upset him that day. The rat hadn't stolen cloth from him, it'd stolen hope that his mother was still alive. That last thing she'd given him, the last thing he had of her, gone. ...She's dead, Fia. He whispered into dark hair if she allowed him, his voice cracked with an unusual tone; greiving.
Word Count → 000 :: ;3 Baha, I wonder if anyone else is daring enough to hop into this post of Lovey-doveyness XD
The Knight girl's expression melted into a soft smile, though, it still had worry and concern painted all over it. She softly walked closer to him and embraced him lovingly, resting her head on his shoulder, black hair draped against his back.
Hearing his voice, his grieving voice was like someone punched her own heart. She pulled away softly, still having her arms wrapped around his waist as their chests touched softly. It took her a moment, but, recalling everything he ever told her she began to understand who he meant as she . "..No, she's not" She spoke softly, with a silk voice dipped in soft honey. The Knight girl gave a soft nose kiss to his black nose, before pulling away just a smich.
She brushed a curl out of his eye, smiling sadly at his beautiful but grieving eyes. "She's alive in your heart.....but it's up to you to keep her living, keep her memory alive or be stuck in the past of her not being here, next to you anymore. Just because she's not physically here, doesn't mean she's still not alive...And you have to believe that love, or you'll be stuck in the past forever" Fia said this in a loving voice, caring and hopeful.
The small fae reached up on her tippy-toes and kissed him softly, before pulling away to look back up at him. "Nothing is ever fully gone, just their body is. That doesn't mean that they still live." His look, his expression, him being sad made her sad. Him being happy made her happy. Him being angry made her angry. It was as if they always shared the same emotions...They where one whole...Not just two beings in love. They felt each other, they understood each other. No one would or could ever understand the understanding between the two. Unique and speacial in their own way.
