this is not how you do the thing | Vaas

[VASS .]

Nothing good can stay. People will croon and coddle a child, but Vaas job here was to direct. Direct that anger into a weapon that could be controlled. To push those emotions into tight boxes that went off when it was at the allowance of the owner of that emotion. Fear, anger, wrath, dependency.  It was his job to teach, and it was Qeusar’s to learn. It did not make this easy- It only made it so much worse, because Vaas’ temper was foul and his impulses were frequent and often times dangerous to others.

He has to teach something he never had- kindness. It was such a bizzar thing, to be kind where shadows of his own mentor were harsh in comparison. It felt wrong and doubt tinged every movement stuttered behind the fluidity of his own style. Between the sparce amounts that Vaas had looked out for the small canid to teach something specific, there were moments of quiet- stillness that the tiger still doubted.

It was something else entirely to push back that. These powers were just another herdle- tide for them both. Where Vaas was inexperienced with his own- and sill horrified of it a resolution had grew. He would learn, would become a fine amount of control over it, it was just a matter of putting into practice what he had watched and seen when he was a kid, when his sister breathed just in the shadow of their mother and learned from her.

So he had, he had learned to which the tide called and to make ice of rivers. To make needles and melt the water into something warm and safe to drink and how to capture that water carefully from the air. It was an exercise in his own fear. In his own emotions, and it.. it helped.

No longer had the tiger had many impulsive decisions, not any form of senselessness truly and utterly: to the point of his own peace he found things to do to occupy time, he slept on a more normal schedule, cut back from his own gardens and instead looked out more than ever. 

It was.. a surprise to see his apprentice with such a defeated look. It was rare to see the dog ever truly give up on anything, and he took the opportunity to let it become a tender moment. build him up break him down.

“what’s got you bothered, Quasar? 
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"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain .  vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "

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