Her touch was consoling, however Damien awaited judgement all the same. It would come eventually, he knew it, as it already had with Daniel the same day Marceline entered the basin. It was so much less difficult for others to see through the depths of his doubts and hesitation when their own minds weren’t clouded, but that simply wasn’t the case with him. Years of not having anybody to call a parent had built strong, sturdy walls. Walls that, with time, Damien had made himself comfortable living inside of.
They wouldn’t topple soundlessly.
As Astred spoke, attempts at swaying his perspective hit the crisp air. Damien understood where she spoke from, truly, but it was different for her. Her mother had been loving. Her father, though a treacherous scum in the end, had at least been there. Damien did not know even the name of his own.
’ Give her a chance to explain herself.’ He inhaled, gaze averting to the stone beneath him. Torn was the best way to describe his emotions.
If Marceline ever returned, he’d try.
If not for himself, then just to get this shit over with. Hopefully her time away would have taught her that even if they shared the same blood, they were merely related, not family. That to gain his respect, she had to show it first.
Or maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t end up ever coming back.
The mention of Valley was where things changed. When it came to her, he was hopeful. Wishing to reunite with her somehow, and if not, at least that she was safe and happy with the life she’d build away from the Haven.
Perhaps she had a family of her own by now. A mate. Children. A pack life himself in order to replace what they had all lost.
‘You’ve just been handed an entire chance to regain all that you’ve lost.’
Words ran dry of meaning. All he gave in response was a nod.
Jun 12, 2018 10:51 AM — Post #10
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