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DOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
[W]iskerDOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;color: #E0EEEE;"] Argus was different than the people she used to be- she needed to be or there would be no distinction- without it she would have no will to stand upon and resist the pull of Zactov's murmurs- of Obscuro's rage. She was not the broken little pup trying to find her family, she was not Obscuro- attempting to build one out of spite- or Zactov trying to push it all away. Argus was Observant, she knew what she needed- what she wanted. And Family was one of them. Connection to others was needed. Not only to remind her of who she was but to remind her why.
Why Whisper, Obscuro and Zactov all failed. Why she couldn't- why exactly- Why?
Last time Lucifer had surfaced within the typhoon- Argus had ultimately been forgiven. For the first time Argus could look at it and see. See the way she was created to- apathetically. And realize there was nothing she could do to have changed it- there was nothing she could do now but attempt to ease Obscuro's guilt within themselves and Lucifer's own memory of it all the same. They could attempt to fix a family bond- probably the only one left that Argus had.
Of course there was fenrisulfur within the tanglewood- But Whisper was there too and they seemed happy enough left alone. But it was still saddening to realize how few there were now where once there were many- a legion of ghost left to occupy the living- haunting both their memories alike.
"Welcome back home, Luce." It still felt wrong to call him something other than his name- and she was unsure if she could ever stand to call the Grimm father in the way he was attempting to be to her. They were too alike- too similar for her to see him as anything but an equal now. She thought it better this way- even if they had a long way to go to patch up the hurt. Lost to their own demons.- Better than a comparison to the cocky wolf that had first been gifted that title when she was little. There was no comparison between the two.
One was just a distant stain of a memory. The other was looming- threatehing- protective and someone she learned to respect While the other only taught her reasons why she should never leave.
with time, she wondered if those lines would blur
Because in the end her voice still had a stiffness that Argus could not equate for- an emotion that Argus could not explain. - In the end she had opened herself in a way that she never had any living person in a long while- and he still left. Proved himself to do the same thing that they all did. It was selfish of her to hold onto- petty to do so. But he left and she thought he had left for good again- left only to surface when she had more sins to commit to- more hurt and-
it hurt.
"How was your trip?"
/no worries! c:
Why Whisper, Obscuro and Zactov all failed. Why she couldn't- why exactly- Why?
Last time Lucifer had surfaced within the typhoon- Argus had ultimately been forgiven. For the first time Argus could look at it and see. See the way she was created to- apathetically. And realize there was nothing she could do to have changed it- there was nothing she could do now but attempt to ease Obscuro's guilt within themselves and Lucifer's own memory of it all the same. They could attempt to fix a family bond- probably the only one left that Argus had.
Of course there was fenrisulfur within the tanglewood- But Whisper was there too and they seemed happy enough left alone. But it was still saddening to realize how few there were now where once there were many- a legion of ghost left to occupy the living- haunting both their memories alike.
"Welcome back home, Luce." It still felt wrong to call him something other than his name- and she was unsure if she could ever stand to call the Grimm father in the way he was attempting to be to her. They were too alike- too similar for her to see him as anything but an equal now. She thought it better this way- even if they had a long way to go to patch up the hurt. Lost to their own demons.- Better than a comparison to the cocky wolf that had first been gifted that title when she was little. There was no comparison between the two.
One was just a distant stain of a memory. The other was looming- threatehing- protective and someone she learned to respect While the other only taught her reasons why she should never leave.
with time, she wondered if those lines would blur
Because in the end her voice still had a stiffness that Argus could not equate for- an emotion that Argus could not explain. - In the end she had opened herself in a way that she never had any living person in a long while- and he still left. Proved himself to do the same thing that they all did. It was selfish of her to hold onto- petty to do so. But he left and she thought he had left for good again- left only to surface when she had more sins to commit to- more hurt and-
it hurt.
"How was your trip?"
/no worries! c: