Post by :-Misa-: on Aug 16, 2015 22:38:37 GMT -5
Ooc: That song is so perfect for him ;-;
A low sigh worked its way out of the spotted toms pursed lips. It wasn't one of boredom or content, good or bad, it was just a simple exhale as an sense of understanding and relation washed over him. He understood what she was saying all too well the more he gave it some thought.
He had a "twisted face" of his own, and for the longest time that was the only one that anyone, including his brother, saw. It was one of self remorse, and the desperate need for an escape from the hell he knew as his home. Over time it shifted into bitterness and anger in an attempt to mask his sorrow over the loss of the one he thought he loved. The loss that had destroyed he and his brothers relationship. The loss that haunted his dreams. The loss that probably didn't even know his warrior name...
Then it hit him. If she really had cared about him she would've come back. She would've searched for him. She wouldn't have left him to spend the rest of his days searching for her while she sat back. Anger pulsed through his veins, but it wasn't the kind that was where you wanted to break everything around you, it was the kind where all you wanted to do was freeze up, turn cheek to everything. It felt like he was back to phase one, except this time it was no physical handicap restraining him. His eyes drifted back out into the territory, "I guess everyone is part of the trees in their own way, just waiting for someone to come by or to run into them and come around and stay." And one of the worst things was when someone ran into you and they stayed for a bit but then slowly walked away, leaving you in the illusion that they were around for good. The only thing worse was when someone ran right into you and really was going to stay around but you pushed them away trying to get to the first cat without realizing- especially when that second cat remained sitting right beside you.
A low sigh worked its way out of the spotted toms pursed lips. It wasn't one of boredom or content, good or bad, it was just a simple exhale as an sense of understanding and relation washed over him. He understood what she was saying all too well the more he gave it some thought.
He had a "twisted face" of his own, and for the longest time that was the only one that anyone, including his brother, saw. It was one of self remorse, and the desperate need for an escape from the hell he knew as his home. Over time it shifted into bitterness and anger in an attempt to mask his sorrow over the loss of the one he thought he loved. The loss that had destroyed he and his brothers relationship. The loss that haunted his dreams. The loss that probably didn't even know his warrior name...
Then it hit him. If she really had cared about him she would've come back. She would've searched for him. She wouldn't have left him to spend the rest of his days searching for her while she sat back. Anger pulsed through his veins, but it wasn't the kind that was where you wanted to break everything around you, it was the kind where all you wanted to do was freeze up, turn cheek to everything. It felt like he was back to phase one, except this time it was no physical handicap restraining him. His eyes drifted back out into the territory, "I guess everyone is part of the trees in their own way, just waiting for someone to come by or to run into them and come around and stay." And one of the worst things was when someone ran into you and they stayed for a bit but then slowly walked away, leaving you in the illusion that they were around for good. The only thing worse was when someone ran right into you and really was going to stay around but you pushed them away trying to get to the first cat without realizing- especially when that second cat remained sitting right beside you.