show them the joy and the pain and the ending; Wolfbane

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

The glare in his eyes unveils whatever secrets about himself Bane might want hidden. He wants to hate her, and that gives them an unusually hard edge. He wants to turn her away from here, threaten her with expulsion by force, and that narrows the lids usually kept wide in amusement. He wants so badly for her to wipe away a childhood ruined. Instead they stare one another down, him refusing to look away even when an unusual whisper of activity catches the rotating ears atop Bane’s head.

In the end he’s not allowed to blame her for a past she took no part in.

That would make himself a loathing hypocrite and he utterly hates dwelling on things no one can change. Only her promises (nearly apologies, but those seem beneath her) soften his hardened exterior enough for the striped horse to glance away, a lengthy sigh rattling up his constricted throat and out into the open air left between them. Today she won’t be privy to his internal mourning; he won’t cry no matter how terribly he wants to. Instead, he chooses the path of least resistance: hoping to build a foundation where there’d never been one before.

“He was a hell of a dad.” The pegasus laments, momentarily, “Probably would swat me if he knew how long I’d kept you here.” Her grandson admits finally, turning aside so that she could bypass him and make herself comfortable within the confines of Loess if that was her wish. He would follow suit. “Near the end he mentioned Wyrm a lot. Mostly warnings. Babbling.” Wolfbane shrugged, less than concerned with the possible, sudden appearance of a horse who should be long dead by now.

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Heartfire]