08-28-2019, 01:15 AM
[glow=#000,1,400]MY MAMA SAID THAT I'M NOT LIVING RIGHT. YOU RAISED A LION, MAMA, I AIN'T LYING, MAMA — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
It was almost a sort of cruel irony that the one to have killed Feza in her life before Tanglewood had been a lion, considering by far her most strained relationship that she had at the moment was the one she had with Wormwood. While the former prince would by no means say that he absolutely hated Feza, since there were very few people he legitimately hated in the world, and Feza had done nothing to have him harbor that much wrath towards her. Thus far the only two people to have the title of hated in his mind were Jervis and Judith, and Feza was far from having done anything as heinous as either of them had done to him or the ones that he loved. No, rather, he would probably just classify Feza as an annoyance in his life. He couldn't legitimately say that he was a fan of her, in any sense of the word, but he certainly didn't wish for her to be harmed, and he didn't want to be part of the reason that she was in her current depressive mindset, even though in the back of his mind he knew that he probably was. After all, when she had last tried one of her little stunts by hanging up those godawful wind chimes everywhere, he had yelled fiercely at her, torn up one of the wind chimes, and had then retired back into his home without so much as an apology. He had regretted it later, but in the moment it had seemed like the right thing to do, since a feeling of great anger had been surging through his veins at the time.
Perhaps the thing that truly infuriated him about Feza was her willingness to smile in the face of everything that had happened to Tanglewood lately. Truthfully that was probably a plus – having someone with such a nature that they could be so focused on happiness even in the face of so much pain – but he regarded her with a sort of bitterness. While he was suffering and wallowing in his worry and his guilt and his pain, Feza had been hopping around everywhere, putting up horrible little self made contraptions that clanged together so loudly that it hurt his relatively small ears. She claimed that the things she did were to make others smile alongside her, but Wormwood never really found that any of her ventures were anything to smile about. Rather than that, he saw them as useless little distractions – desperate attempts to distract from the very real issues that had been plaguing them lately. Ultimately he was sort of right, but Feza's intentions were much more pure than the lion would probably ever realize. She wasn't trying to minimize the tragedies that had taken place or were still taking place, she was just trying to make it so that they didn't all decided to simultaneously jump off of a cliff because of the angst that permeated the entire swamp group known as Tanglewood. If he ever did finally come to the realization of the true reasons behind her antics... well, he probably still wouldnt like them very much, but he wouldnt be nearly as harsh and unforgiving when it came to confronting her about them.
If he had known about her past, and everything that had ultimately ended up happening to her, he probably would've felt a much stronger sense of guilt, and probably would feel a great deal of sympathy for her. He knew what it felt like to have everyone around you in a group you thought were your friends turn their backs on you or hurt you. After all, he had been born into a pride that he had thought would love and protect him as he grew into adulthood, but ultimately all that group had done was burt him both mentally and emotionally, and made it so that he desperately tried to cling onto those that actually seemed to care about him. Ironically, it did seem as though Feza was one of the several that did care about him, even if he didn't truly realize it. Sure, Feza constantly pulled her little stunts for the good of the whole group, but she also exclusively focused on him when he came stomping along to brush out the flames of her fun, and she seemed quite enthusiastic about getting him to smile when he was feeling particularly irritated. Even when he had been down in the absolute dumps, injured and crying, she had offered to help him. This was one of the things that slightly indebted him to her, and made it so he didn't entirely feel nothing but animosity toward her. She did care about him, and he found that he cared about her too, particularly in the moments of calm somberness, when she wasn't entirely bouncing off the walls every other moment. Those were the times that he would actually be happy to call her a friend, if he was being honest with himself.
The lion had been out for a long walk by himself to stretch out his now almost fully healed back leg, searching for any signs of prey or useful herbs, when the sound of Leroy's voice reached his perked ears. As of recently, he hadn't seen the Proxy around so much, and for some reason the other male hadn't been being particularly social. Well, as far as Worm knew Leroy had never been overly social in any sense, but Worm had at least been able to see him out and about more often until recently. He felt a cloud of concern over him at how Leroy had been acting as of late, and it really didn't help considering he was already worrying himself sick over Selby, Beck, and Red. Deciding to investigate what had brought Leroy out of his seeming hiding this time, Wormwood moved towards the noise and smell of the canine, and he eventually arrived at Feza's porch. He winced a bit as soon as he saw the female, figuring she would be in her usual annoyingly cheery mood, but he paused in surprise when he saw the look in her usually bright gaze. She actually looked... sad. She looked exhausted, saddened, and listless – none of which were adjectives that he ever would've used for Feza or anything surrounding her ever before. It was actually pretty worrying, and he internally cussed himself out for being so caring when he slowly moved over to check on her. He really couldn't help himself when it came to the other tanglers – no matter who they were, he felt a responsibility to help them, since even the ones he felt the most animosity towards were his family.
Making his way over to Leroy's side, he settled down beside the Proxy and tilted his head to one side, his eyes scanning over what Feza was doing. It seemed like a usual activity for her, pulling and twisting tinsel together to try and make hats like crowns to perch upon others' heads, but for some reason it seemed as though her heart wasn't truly into it, the helms becoming twisted and awkwardly lopsided the more she worked. He frowned at this, the sense of worry that had come over him becoming even worse, to the point where he felt almost nauseous. If Feza didn't even have it in her to be her insufferably cheery self, then what hope did all of them even really have? He swallowed thickly at this thought, his chest suddenly feeling tight and full of panicked butterflies that seemed to scrape their tiny mandibles against his heart, guilt pouring over his body in cold waves. Taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down, he rumbled softly as he focused his gaze down at his paws instead of directly at Feza, not sure that he could handle the absolutely wrecked look the other tangler had on her face, [glow=black,1,400]"Yeah, what he said. What are you out here making this time, Feza? You don't seem... you don't seem like you're in your usual good mood, y'know?"[/glow] It felt awkward talking to her in such a casual manner after absolutely letting her have it last time they had met, but he felt like he needed to. She needed people to talk to, and he and Leroy were as good as any these days.
Perhaps the thing that truly infuriated him about Feza was her willingness to smile in the face of everything that had happened to Tanglewood lately. Truthfully that was probably a plus – having someone with such a nature that they could be so focused on happiness even in the face of so much pain – but he regarded her with a sort of bitterness. While he was suffering and wallowing in his worry and his guilt and his pain, Feza had been hopping around everywhere, putting up horrible little self made contraptions that clanged together so loudly that it hurt his relatively small ears. She claimed that the things she did were to make others smile alongside her, but Wormwood never really found that any of her ventures were anything to smile about. Rather than that, he saw them as useless little distractions – desperate attempts to distract from the very real issues that had been plaguing them lately. Ultimately he was sort of right, but Feza's intentions were much more pure than the lion would probably ever realize. She wasn't trying to minimize the tragedies that had taken place or were still taking place, she was just trying to make it so that they didn't all decided to simultaneously jump off of a cliff because of the angst that permeated the entire swamp group known as Tanglewood. If he ever did finally come to the realization of the true reasons behind her antics... well, he probably still wouldnt like them very much, but he wouldnt be nearly as harsh and unforgiving when it came to confronting her about them.
If he had known about her past, and everything that had ultimately ended up happening to her, he probably would've felt a much stronger sense of guilt, and probably would feel a great deal of sympathy for her. He knew what it felt like to have everyone around you in a group you thought were your friends turn their backs on you or hurt you. After all, he had been born into a pride that he had thought would love and protect him as he grew into adulthood, but ultimately all that group had done was burt him both mentally and emotionally, and made it so that he desperately tried to cling onto those that actually seemed to care about him. Ironically, it did seem as though Feza was one of the several that did care about him, even if he didn't truly realize it. Sure, Feza constantly pulled her little stunts for the good of the whole group, but she also exclusively focused on him when he came stomping along to brush out the flames of her fun, and she seemed quite enthusiastic about getting him to smile when he was feeling particularly irritated. Even when he had been down in the absolute dumps, injured and crying, she had offered to help him. This was one of the things that slightly indebted him to her, and made it so he didn't entirely feel nothing but animosity toward her. She did care about him, and he found that he cared about her too, particularly in the moments of calm somberness, when she wasn't entirely bouncing off the walls every other moment. Those were the times that he would actually be happy to call her a friend, if he was being honest with himself.
The lion had been out for a long walk by himself to stretch out his now almost fully healed back leg, searching for any signs of prey or useful herbs, when the sound of Leroy's voice reached his perked ears. As of recently, he hadn't seen the Proxy around so much, and for some reason the other male hadn't been being particularly social. Well, as far as Worm knew Leroy had never been overly social in any sense, but Worm had at least been able to see him out and about more often until recently. He felt a cloud of concern over him at how Leroy had been acting as of late, and it really didn't help considering he was already worrying himself sick over Selby, Beck, and Red. Deciding to investigate what had brought Leroy out of his seeming hiding this time, Wormwood moved towards the noise and smell of the canine, and he eventually arrived at Feza's porch. He winced a bit as soon as he saw the female, figuring she would be in her usual annoyingly cheery mood, but he paused in surprise when he saw the look in her usually bright gaze. She actually looked... sad. She looked exhausted, saddened, and listless – none of which were adjectives that he ever would've used for Feza or anything surrounding her ever before. It was actually pretty worrying, and he internally cussed himself out for being so caring when he slowly moved over to check on her. He really couldn't help himself when it came to the other tanglers – no matter who they were, he felt a responsibility to help them, since even the ones he felt the most animosity towards were his family.
Making his way over to Leroy's side, he settled down beside the Proxy and tilted his head to one side, his eyes scanning over what Feza was doing. It seemed like a usual activity for her, pulling and twisting tinsel together to try and make hats like crowns to perch upon others' heads, but for some reason it seemed as though her heart wasn't truly into it, the helms becoming twisted and awkwardly lopsided the more she worked. He frowned at this, the sense of worry that had come over him becoming even worse, to the point where he felt almost nauseous. If Feza didn't even have it in her to be her insufferably cheery self, then what hope did all of them even really have? He swallowed thickly at this thought, his chest suddenly feeling tight and full of panicked butterflies that seemed to scrape their tiny mandibles against his heart, guilt pouring over his body in cold waves. Taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down, he rumbled softly as he focused his gaze down at his paws instead of directly at Feza, not sure that he could handle the absolutely wrecked look the other tangler had on her face, [glow=black,1,400]"Yeah, what he said. What are you out here making this time, Feza? You don't seem... you don't seem like you're in your usual good mood, y'know?"[/glow] It felt awkward talking to her in such a casual manner after absolutely letting her have it last time they had met, but he felt like he needed to. She needed people to talk to, and he and Leroy were as good as any these days.
— Reggan