08-21-2020, 12:56 PM
you think you know about me
What Trygve wasn't expecting was a letter from Michael, a NPC knocking at his door and began to shake when the door was answered by an angry looking jaguar. Regardless, he looked confused at first only to dismiss the said NPC with a flick of his tail before opening the letter wondering if it had to do anything with his training or whatnot. Trygve having refused to train for the most part since he didn't have intentions of hurting the little ones growing inside of Michael. He began to read the letter only to feel that familiar burn in his chest, his ears flattening themselves against his skull. So, that was it then? Michael was leaving him and instead of coming to see him, he sent a shitty letter? He bit his bottom lip only to shake his head, a small weak laugh leaving his slightly parted jaws. "Why did I think you'd be any different, Townley?" His voice weak, heavy with emotion, and another shake of his head.
"Fucking... MIERDA!" He yelled with claws digging into the letter, his entire body shaking but instead of flames lapping at his lips, his eyes began to sting and plump tears formed themselves before rolling down his cheeks. He felt alone once more. The only father figure that Trygve Roux had was gone. Left him in the dust. Just like his own father. With his entire body shaking, the draconic boy sat on his porch unable to stop sobbing. Maybe something was wrong with him? He knew he had flaws and he recognized them... He tried being a better person, he really did... But with each person that left him. His heart ached horribly. Sniffling a bit, the beta would wipe away the tears from his eyes only to rip the letter into several pieces. That's how he felt at the moment. Torn to pieces. Part of him regretting that he had ripped it up but the other half felt satisfied or slightly anyways.
He went inside of his home seeing a little basket that he and Natyli had put together for Michael, Trygve had wanted to give something for his future cousins and thought his uncle would've appreciated it. It had been his idea. Now, he could only feel rage when he looked at it and he decided that he didn't want it in his home anywhere, wrapping his jaws around the handle did the boy make his way to the edge of Haven Island staring at the ocean. With body shaking slightly and teeth gritted in frustration, Ry would chuck the basket and its contents into the ocean only to shoot a fireball at it to burn anything that dared to float. Blood began to drip from his lips as he muttered under his breath with body still shaking lightly "F-fuck you... Fuck you... Fuck y-you..." A few more tears dripped from his eyes, he stared at his reflection within the ocean. They'd all leave him... He knew this.
Every. Single. One. Of. Them.
Elduin had left him. Michael had left him. Eulia had left him. Jaime had left him. Only Natyli had stayed but, what if she left him too? Decided that he wasn't enough? He stared off into the distance knowing of another place, where he only knew two people but they were enough for him. He sat there uncertain and sobbing. Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic.
Just a small boy crying over nothing.
"Fucking... MIERDA!" He yelled with claws digging into the letter, his entire body shaking but instead of flames lapping at his lips, his eyes began to sting and plump tears formed themselves before rolling down his cheeks. He felt alone once more. The only father figure that Trygve Roux had was gone. Left him in the dust. Just like his own father. With his entire body shaking, the draconic boy sat on his porch unable to stop sobbing. Maybe something was wrong with him? He knew he had flaws and he recognized them... He tried being a better person, he really did... But with each person that left him. His heart ached horribly. Sniffling a bit, the beta would wipe away the tears from his eyes only to rip the letter into several pieces. That's how he felt at the moment. Torn to pieces. Part of him regretting that he had ripped it up but the other half felt satisfied or slightly anyways.
He went inside of his home seeing a little basket that he and Natyli had put together for Michael, Trygve had wanted to give something for his future cousins and thought his uncle would've appreciated it. It had been his idea. Now, he could only feel rage when he looked at it and he decided that he didn't want it in his home anywhere, wrapping his jaws around the handle did the boy make his way to the edge of Haven Island staring at the ocean. With body shaking slightly and teeth gritted in frustration, Ry would chuck the basket and its contents into the ocean only to shoot a fireball at it to burn anything that dared to float. Blood began to drip from his lips as he muttered under his breath with body still shaking lightly "F-fuck you... Fuck you... Fuck y-you..." A few more tears dripped from his eyes, he stared at his reflection within the ocean. They'd all leave him... He knew this.
Every. Single. One. Of. Them.
Elduin had left him. Michael had left him. Eulia had left him. Jaime had left him. Only Natyli had stayed but, what if she left him too? Decided that he wasn't enough? He stared off into the distance knowing of another place, where he only knew two people but they were enough for him. He sat there uncertain and sobbing. Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic.
Just a small boy crying over nothing.
BUT YOU DON'T KNOW REALLY WHAT YOU'RE TALKING 'BOUT
YOU ACT AS IF I WAS BORN YESTERDAY, BUT WON'T YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH
YOU ACT AS IF I WAS BORN YESTERDAY, BUT WON'T YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH
— Reggan