01-15-2020, 05:24 PM
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▼ I'M NUCLEAR, I'M WILD ▼
He leans back when she says such angry words to him, ears folding back as his heart drops inside his chest. What was so complicated about it? Sure, maybe he never had much experience with relationships beyond those that were simply made for his own benefit, but it couldn't be that difficult. His first, and last, serious relationship had come naturally, but they had both been young and naive. His siblings had seen the end of that quickly, a fact that made his being boil with anger any time he remembered. But they weren't here to ruin the good things for him, not anymore.
His chest tightens at what she says next, the corners of his eyes stinging. He calls out to her, the desperate plea of a drunk man that goes unheeded. "Roxie!"
Then he's falling and kicks up sand when he lands face-first. Sputtering, he turns his head, facing the waves as they roll onto the shore and then retreat. He feels the need to cry, the tears at the back of his eyes, but he can't bring himself to weep again. Pathetic, he thinks, nose wrinkling. Maybe they had been right, Father and all the others. He was useless.
All kinds of emotions washing over him, heavy currents much like the ocean that spread out before him now, Greed just stays like he is, laying on the sand. Somehow, after a while, his turmoil quiets enough to allow him to fall asleep, lulled by the crashing waves and warm sun on his fur.
When he wakes up, the sky hangs overhead like a dark blanket and the stars flicker, distant lights winking in and out. His head throbs, a groan escaping his dry mouth as he sits up, paw massaging the side of his head. For a moment, he can't remember what happened, everything a blur against the hangover.
But all too suddenly his peace is interrupted, the memory coming back to him in almost painful clarity. He winces. Dammit, why did he have to go and act like an asshole? It was just what he was good at, he guessed. But he didn't deserve to wallow in self pity.
The jaguar rises to his paws, leaving his shades as they are on top of his head as he walks along the beach, not interested in going back to the boat and confronting the emptiness of his room, shadows reaching and highlighting all of his loneliness. At least she had a lively little one to keep her company.
He shakes that thought from his head with an angry grimace, heat coursing through him. Leave it up to him to fuck it all up as soon as he comes back.
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His chest tightens at what she says next, the corners of his eyes stinging. He calls out to her, the desperate plea of a drunk man that goes unheeded. "Roxie!"
Then he's falling and kicks up sand when he lands face-first. Sputtering, he turns his head, facing the waves as they roll onto the shore and then retreat. He feels the need to cry, the tears at the back of his eyes, but he can't bring himself to weep again. Pathetic, he thinks, nose wrinkling. Maybe they had been right, Father and all the others. He was useless.
All kinds of emotions washing over him, heavy currents much like the ocean that spread out before him now, Greed just stays like he is, laying on the sand. Somehow, after a while, his turmoil quiets enough to allow him to fall asleep, lulled by the crashing waves and warm sun on his fur.
When he wakes up, the sky hangs overhead like a dark blanket and the stars flicker, distant lights winking in and out. His head throbs, a groan escaping his dry mouth as he sits up, paw massaging the side of his head. For a moment, he can't remember what happened, everything a blur against the hangover.
But all too suddenly his peace is interrupted, the memory coming back to him in almost painful clarity. He winces. Dammit, why did he have to go and act like an asshole? It was just what he was good at, he guessed. But he didn't deserve to wallow in self pity.
The jaguar rises to his paws, leaving his shades as they are on top of his head as he walks along the beach, not interested in going back to the boat and confronting the emptiness of his room, shadows reaching and highlighting all of his loneliness. At least she had a lively little one to keep her company.
He shakes that thought from his head with an angry grimace, heat coursing through him. Leave it up to him to fuck it all up as soon as he comes back.
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