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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
There was something wrong with him. How could he be so prideful and yet hate every moment his heart beat? There were some days in when he was less troubled than others. He could not place a paw on what, scientifically, was going on with him. The mind was such an ugly place to dwell, and Ivan had spent his entire childhood exploring it. Wasted. He didn't feel like a child. He watched Simon and even Alice and Atticus with empty and envious eyes. He didn't want to look at them today. Didn't want to accept that perhaps nobody would actually understand him, to know what sorts of deep but terrible thoughts he toyed with.
Ivan left the Roux household that day with nowhere in mind that he was planning to go to. Maybe he'd land in the right place, but he'd almost scoff at idea of being led by some benevolent hand of fate. He dragged his paws, feeling his claw trail in the earth and mud caking under his toes but he could hardly bring himself to care. To feel was to be alive.
He should make himself useful, he finally decided. No use moping about. Maybe Alaric would humor him with looking for herbs together. Ivan didn't like the smell of them — even though he carried that faint herbal scent due to being the son of the medics — and typically didn't want to have anything to do with them. However, he came up with the rather embarrassing predicament: which was that he had no idea where Alaric lived. Ivan cleared his throat and straightened his posture, making himself like he actually had somewhere to be when in reality he was just trying to look for Alaric.
[member=12638]alaric g.[/member]
Ivan left the Roux household that day with nowhere in mind that he was planning to go to. Maybe he'd land in the right place, but he'd almost scoff at idea of being led by some benevolent hand of fate. He dragged his paws, feeling his claw trail in the earth and mud caking under his toes but he could hardly bring himself to care. To feel was to be alive.
He should make himself useful, he finally decided. No use moping about. Maybe Alaric would humor him with looking for herbs together. Ivan didn't like the smell of them — even though he carried that faint herbal scent due to being the son of the medics — and typically didn't want to have anything to do with them. However, he came up with the rather embarrassing predicament: which was that he had no idea where Alaric lived. Ivan cleared his throat and straightened his posture, making himself like he actually had somewhere to be when in reality he was just trying to look for Alaric.
[member=12638]alaric g.[/member]