THE GHOST OF YOU // DOUBLE-JOINING

[THERON]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Theo isn't too fond of the idea of bound or forcing. At the end of the day, it was life. Whatever his role in that life may be, as he was told by... whoever, really, his fate was ultimately in his own control. He could probably blame the fact that he wasn't raised into this as the reason he sees things differently — out here, at least, there wasn't much stopping him from leaving Aubin to the wolves. Yet he doesn't consider that, or anything else that would put him in trouble. The attachment between them is quiet, and to the larger of the pair, it feels more like a leash than he'd like it to be, but he's not ready to abandon it now. Particularly not after the loss he'd experienced. Theo had never been close to Lisette, or much of anyone Aubin was close to, for that matter. The perpetual third wheel, just there to keep him safe. He's really not as bitter about it as he sounds.

Besides, it was an adventure. Wandering around with him was pleasant, despite the reason for it. He gets to stretch, see more of the world. He had been young (younger; a child) when this had started — had to deal with all sorts of bullshit from everyone. Too young, not trained, prove it, it was always about proving it. And he had. He was two years old now and sure of himself, with scars down his back and a bounce in his step. It's still all about following, and in that sense, the lion is content.

He picks up the pace a little when he realizes that he's been lost in thought, tail flicking behind him as leaps forward. For a moment, he's almost at the other's shoulder. Theo glances up with a sort of curiosity, peach eyes slipping over his expression and to the circlet he wears with some empathetic curiosity. He doesn't ask, but in a way he knows he doesn't have to. He treats himself plainly, understands who he is, but perhaps underestimates his own place in the world. That's nothing new. It often has him rolling his eyes behind the other's back. Today, though, he doesn't bother rolling his eyes. The sun has been beating down on his back for a while now, and the sand his burning his paws. Even if he keeps the same easy warmth to his expression, he's slightly too exhausted for sarcasm. That's probably a good thing at this point. His head lifts and his ears perk and the excitement in Aubin's voice.

And that is... Well, his question is a good one. Theron can't help but shrug. "Je ne sais pas. Let's go find out."