08-21-2020, 08:46 PM
you think you know about me
He had told Natyli beforehand of his idea and hadn't told anyone else of his intentions, he didn't trust anyone aside from his own sister though he did his best not to think too much on recent events. If Michael wanted him to scram and possibly die trying to go to the place where he wished to be, so be it. The draconic boy was too emotionally tired to care at the time so, he had flown most of the way out here only to stumble around as he landed onto the desert sand beneath him. This is where he would usually meet up with Aine and instead of doing their usual visits where they ran off with one another, Ry decided that maybe... He could find a place here where nobody would push him away or leave him in the dust. Sure, he'd be dragged into some chess games but... At least then, he felt like he was wanted somewhere. Aine had already seen him broken once and this would be the second time that she would see him in such a state but it wasn't because of a fight between himself and a family member... Rather being left by the only person he had ever considered a father and not even without a word to him. Just a shitty letter. That's what Trygve Roux was worth... A shitty letter... Not even a genuine farewell.
He was too hurt to be angry, he had spent several hours crying and he felt stupid for all those wasted tears. He was a fatherless bastard and the thought of anyone trying to step in to take him under their wing made him sick to his stomach. He'd never let another snake like Michael Townley slip into his life again. This he swore to himself. He was much too tired to even fight back or speak with his usual tone of sarcasm, his wings slouched against his sides as he stood there only to sit down slowly with his shoulders slumping. Elduin had been right, he wasn't much of a Roux and that was fine with him. He was sure that he'd pick up a different surname once he married one day but for now, the Roux name clung to him like a tick that refused to be removed. He opened his maw to speak "T... Trygve R...Roux... Here ta'join,"
He was too hurt to be angry, he had spent several hours crying and he felt stupid for all those wasted tears. He was a fatherless bastard and the thought of anyone trying to step in to take him under their wing made him sick to his stomach. He'd never let another snake like Michael Townley slip into his life again. This he swore to himself. He was much too tired to even fight back or speak with his usual tone of sarcasm, his wings slouched against his sides as he stood there only to sit down slowly with his shoulders slumping. Elduin had been right, he wasn't much of a Roux and that was fine with him. He was sure that he'd pick up a different surname once he married one day but for now, the Roux name clung to him like a tick that refused to be removed. He opened his maw to speak "T... Trygve R...Roux... Here ta'join,"
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