03-09-2023, 05:35 PM
ATTICUS ROUX -
So, the bitch was back? With no acknowledgement to their feelings, Corruptedtimelines had left them in the dark about why he left. His ignorance left Atticus angry. As a result, he followed after Solsken and Seven. Despite no permission given, he entered the house with a swift look across the area and then slammed the door behind him. His eyes turned to lock onto Seven. She was pressed up against the side of the wall, heaving and huffing. Immediately, his attention went from the tragedy of one's arrival to the other's panic.
He slid over towards her. With his short stature sitting down, he looked up at her with an observant gaze. Atticus sat silent for a few moments. His own heart was pounding and his mind was racing, even connecting back to his own mother's disappearance per coincidence. He could not find the right words to say yet. Knowing he would harshly did if he did speak now, he let himself recollect his own thoughts in between the therapeutic silence between them.
As they sat together, he finally found himself able to calm down. Sunflower colored eyes attempted to lock with her panicked gaze. An unsheathed paw reached out, attempting to place it atop of her own and lightly linger there for a few moments. "Don't let the fuckwad get to you," he muttered, though through gritted teeth. "He does not know of the damage he did." Nor did he acknowledge it. Ignorant, ignorant, ignorant. The feline could only let out a long sigh in an attempt to further calm down. She needed a serene spirit, not a fiery Napoleon complex.
And yet, as the door opened, he flipped like a switch when his eyes came in contact with the man himself. Atticus shot up from his position. The fur on the back of his nape started to stand up as he pulled his paw away from hers, unsheathing as he did so. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" he snapped. His reaction was probably not helpful for either party, especially Seven's anxiety, but Atticus was too protective to notice that.
He slid over towards her. With his short stature sitting down, he looked up at her with an observant gaze. Atticus sat silent for a few moments. His own heart was pounding and his mind was racing, even connecting back to his own mother's disappearance per coincidence. He could not find the right words to say yet. Knowing he would harshly did if he did speak now, he let himself recollect his own thoughts in between the therapeutic silence between them.
As they sat together, he finally found himself able to calm down. Sunflower colored eyes attempted to lock with her panicked gaze. An unsheathed paw reached out, attempting to place it atop of her own and lightly linger there for a few moments. "Don't let the fuckwad get to you," he muttered, though through gritted teeth. "He does not know of the damage he did." Nor did he acknowledge it. Ignorant, ignorant, ignorant. The feline could only let out a long sigh in an attempt to further calm down. She needed a serene spirit, not a fiery Napoleon complex.
And yet, as the door opened, he flipped like a switch when his eyes came in contact with the man himself. Atticus shot up from his position. The fur on the back of his nape started to stand up as he pulled his paw away from hers, unsheathing as he did so. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" he snapped. His reaction was probably not helpful for either party, especially Seven's anxiety, but Atticus was too protective to notice that.
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