elio
some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight
and I know everything must die but nothing fades like the light
Elio might feel hurt, if Lepis exposed her irritation. He is a sensitive creature, even as his morality molds him into a rigid statue. His mother means more to him than some silly teenage joke, and his strict nature taught him that the room for jest is slim.
“Maybe I did,” the golden boy murmurs in response, casting uncomfortable eyes away Lepis and into the hardy bushes that labor beneath the sun. The jealousy and pain that has haunted him his whole life wells like a flood in his throat. He wants to lash out, to tell her that he is nothing like his dad and even if he was, how the hell was he supposed to know? Tears might have pooled in his eyes if he hadn’t reined in his emotions a while ago. If he hadn’t gotten used to reacting this way to every mention of Wolfbane.
The attention Elio had given his aching suddenly shifts at a second mention of his father. He drags stormy eyes back to Lepis and leans to one side. There is a miniscule amount of surprise as the curse is explained, but Elio doesn’t show it in his stony face; and he can’t even say that he feels pain.
“Do you know where he is, then?” is Elio’s first question, once again sending his gaze to those bushes he feels as hardy as. He suspects she doesn’t, or she would be out hunting him at this very moment. “He’ll come after one of us?” is his next, concern furrowing his brow. Anger sits behind his concern—because he knows that he must not be good enough to be hunted, either. Surely he’ll go after another of his siblings, one he has a stronger bond with.
Or maybe he will come after Elio, for the exact reason Elio thinks he won’t come after him.
Either way, he suffers all the same.
“I want to help find him,” is the last thing he says.
@[Lepis]