Kato stood frozen, eyes locked on the path he’d taken to get here. Nettle was there, in the distance, Aethon at her side and Kato could only stare. He’d moved to stand at Amelie’s side, had hoped she might remain there, a sturdy presence for him to focus on. But as Nettle neared Amelie moved away from him, going instead to the giant white wolf he didn’t know. His eyes trailed her, but only briefly. Wary eyes were back on Nettle not a moment later.
He could feel himself sag with the distance Amelie had put between them, could feel himself begin to crumble under the weight of what was to come. Ransom offered nothing, but Kato hadn’t expected much from him. It was Amelie’s apathy that struck him where he was weak.
He crumbled even further at the gentleness Nettle offered - was so frozen in place he couldn’t even think to pull away. The simple touch was enough to have his eyes closing, a fight against the boiling emotion. It was so much more contact than he’d had in so long and that was all it had taken for him to realize he’d missed it. It didn’t escape his notice that the gesture was similar to the one he had offered Amelie, a plea for affection in the face of everything, maybe. He couldn’t help but tuck his head down, just a fraction, seeking the contact for just a little longer. Nettle pulled away and Kato’s head dipped down, level with his shoulders. She spoke, but he couldn’t bare to lift his eyes again, just yet. His tail tucked firm against his underbelly and he took a tentative step forward to press the top of his head against Nettle’s chest if she would let him. He could feel his eyes beginning to burn, a lump in his throat.
He was really tired of crying.
But the emotion was too much, and he couldn’t fight against it. “Sorry,” He croaked at the ground, voice strained, “I’m sorry.” It was all he could think to say, in the moment. He was sorry. Sorry for running, sorry for causing grief, sorry for pulling Nettle away from the home she choose, sorry for just…everything.
Even with Nettle here, it didn’t change that he didn’t want to go back - that, at least, he was sure of. It was a terrible feeling but it was there, nonetheless. He hated that he didn’t wanna be there. Momma was there. Akira, Aethon. Nettle. Even if two of them were here now. How come he couldn’t just be happy with what he’d been given? How come he just couldn’t be happy that his family might have been happy there and now he’d gone and mucked it all up.
Kato sighed, ears flicking when Ransom’s voice caught in his ears again. A suggestion - to talk to Nettle away from the group. It frightened Kato, just a little, made his heart squeeze with a hint of anxiety. There were too many wolves here, though. Too many strangers and even with his desire to keep Amelie and Ransom close, he didn’t like the two strangers witnessing this. Amelie had already chosen to move away from him though, to distance herself from everything, and he felt frustration underneath everything. He had thought she would help him more than this.
He nudged his head firmly against Nettle’s chest where he had tucked himself. An agreement, if she would catch on. He didn’t trust himself to speak with the lump in his throat.
May 21, 2018 10:36 PM — Post #15
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