12-17-2018, 02:30 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]For Ambroise, it hadn't been about winning or losing. It was just about survival, and that was alright. Orpheus — yeah, he was lucky. He got pulled from the worst of it and everyone would made it possible wound up dead sooner or later. There had been so much blood running down his own mental memory lane. Instead of learning how to survive the way that Ambroise had, he learned how to pick up the pieces and make things matter again. Now he sees it everywhere, as if it's the only thing worth clinging to. It doesn't make sense, to fear vulnerability and sleep in places nobody can reach yet desperately try to believe that something about them was worth being vulnerable for. Maybe if he threw himself at life with enough kindness, it would be reciprocated. Ambroise is disproving that so far, which is starting to feel intentional. Like showing him softness just makes him rougher. Does it hurt?
His expression is less open by the time Ambroise speaks, biting into the side of his cheek as his jaw clenches. Part of him likes the idea of a fight, just to prove that there's no dumb defiance here. (Maybe separately, yes. He may be able to quote Shakespeare and Brontë and Dickens, but he jumps into things without thinking and he'll get himself hurt for no good reason. He can be sweet right up until someone tells him what to do.) Can he change his mind and say maybe this is dumb defiance, even if that makes him bare his teeth right back when he hears it? Never mind the way butterflies start slicing their wings into his stomach at darlin'.
"I don't care if you want candy canes and Christmas trees." The smaller lion circles until he stands in front of him, head tipped up to look at him. "If you didn't celebrate it, you'd just say that instead of doing this." He gestures with a raised paw, waving it loosely towards all of him. "You just hate it. So what happened to you?" Orpheus tries to soften himself again, eyes relaxing before his jaw. Then his shoulders, his back, his hips. "Why are you getting defensive about me asking?"
His expression is less open by the time Ambroise speaks, biting into the side of his cheek as his jaw clenches. Part of him likes the idea of a fight, just to prove that there's no dumb defiance here. (Maybe separately, yes. He may be able to quote Shakespeare and Brontë and Dickens, but he jumps into things without thinking and he'll get himself hurt for no good reason. He can be sweet right up until someone tells him what to do.) Can he change his mind and say maybe this is dumb defiance, even if that makes him bare his teeth right back when he hears it? Never mind the way butterflies start slicing their wings into his stomach at darlin'.
"I don't care if you want candy canes and Christmas trees." The smaller lion circles until he stands in front of him, head tipped up to look at him. "If you didn't celebrate it, you'd just say that instead of doing this." He gestures with a raised paw, waving it loosely towards all of him. "You just hate it. So what happened to you?" Orpheus tries to soften himself again, eyes relaxing before his jaw. Then his shoulders, his back, his hips. "Why are you getting defensive about me asking?"
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I HAVE TROUBLES EVERY DAY BUT IT TURNS OUT FINE
[div style="font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;color:black;margin-top:-5px;margin-bottom:5px;"]｢ ❝ it turns out fine, and i fight to keep them all away ❞ | [color=black]biography – [color=black]tags ｣