waiting on me to find myself ☆ introduction

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LAEGLIN NIAZAI LINGRÉ

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] gaze falling to others approaching, voices bringing his mind to the conversation at hand. orbs flickering to rhinestone, reading age beyond his years and exhaustion, his lip trembled. he knew that look. that look could make him go mad. inhaling a suddenly shaken breath, the tom drew his paws closer to himself, belly wet with the snow beneath him. ears flicking, he tried to find the words to speak, to avoid rushing to conclusions but by the gods, the look on the leader's face, it had him worried, more worried than he had the right to be. closing his eyes for a moment to isolate his train-wreck of a mind, he shuddered, "rhinestone ... i'm sorry that i hadn't come to camp directly.", he spoke quietly, feeling the guilt wrack up once again inside his throat.

oh what a joke, to call him healthy. they all knew that recovery from such an injury was far from realistic, he just had to ... get used to this new reality, or the farce that he was living. shaking his head in sarcastic mirth, he bit his tongue from the harsh responses ready to fall from his tongue. when had he become so angry, so violent against the world? was it watching his friends and family leave him behind? was it watching his father spiral into madness, helpless to stop them or aid them in some way. tears clustering in his throat, the tom turned his face away from those who came to gather, claws sinking into the ground as if it could open a place for him to fall into, shame and guilt burning hot beneath his pelt. mustering what breath and goodwill he had in him, he did his best to answer, "it's ... nice to see all of you too. the silence has been deafening.", he murmured in faint grief.

gentle the voice of youth, his attention called to foamkit, the other tom quiet and lingering further back from others. his question weighed heavy on the elder male's mind, his words worming their way into the depths of his brain. don't you get lonely?, the question in itself enough to set off the nerves that realized his claws were digging into the ground too hard, gripping stones that were too rough and sharp against him and the frayed nerves displayed from ragged use of his claws. stifling his light gasp of pain, he retracted his paws, pushing them into a pile of snow, praying the burning pain to leave him alone, returning his mind to the question. exhaling lightly, he mustered a stronger smile, it was not his business to shelter the other or to expose him to the cruel truths of the world, the other was not so young as to not understand the feeling of loneliness. hesitating for a moment more, he considered his true feelings on the matter, "i do get lonely, yes, but there are times that the feeling is better than to surround myself with others. there are things that make being lonely better, and things that make it worse, but it takes a lot to talk about those things, and i don't have that courage yet.", he would finally respond, gaze dark with sorrow of being the sole survivor. he missed his family and friends, he missed the bonds he shared with those around him.  -

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