11-03-2015, 07:52 PM
Fennick, was trying to do what he did best, and mind his own business. It was not easy. There were always things to do these days. Mostly, they were things that Fennick didn’t know how to handle. He’d learned to fake it, through trial and error he’d mastered the delicate balance of smiling broadly and nodding along even though half the time he had no idea what was going on.
He wasn’t aware that today was going to be one of those days.
This day he had set aside for sleeping, eating, and agonizing about the birth of his first child. That was bound to happen any day, and it set him on edge. It left him jittery and raw, with a strange urge to pluck out his feathers and hide. There was also joy though, a tiny panicked joy deep in his gut. He wondered if Hestia had grown sick of his worried glances and pinched expression.
There was enough emotion swirling in Fennick’s head that when Gallows whispered in his ear he nearly jumped out of his skin. He recovered quickly and scowled. No matter, he would just skin her when he found her. It didn’t take long. She was standing, obviously waiting for them, with a weird look on his face. Fennick groaned. That was never a good sign coming from Gallows. The large stallion stalked up to her, scowling mightily.
“What is it Gallows? What could possibly warrant —“ He cut off abruptly and listened to her speak, his gut twisting in his stomach. How is it possible that Fennick had already witnessed two mutinies? How did his always walk in right in the middle of them? He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to focus on the pounding in his head.
What did he want?
Fennick’s gut twisted again. All his life he had avoided making choices like this. All his life he had always preferred to hit something, rather than talk to it. In this moment, however, he was going to need to speak. For a long, terrible moment Fennick’s loyalty to Demian, the man who had given him everything, tangled with the truth of Gallows words. Finally, he took a breath.
“Lord save us all, but I vote for you, Gallows.” Fennick sighed again, trying to make himself believe that he had actually spoken those words. After another pause he continued, his tone growing harsh and stubborn.
“As long as you have vision. As long as you’ll make sure this is a time that they’ll remember.” Fennick, while he had little ambition for himself, had a lot of ambition for his home. He wanted it to be great, he wanted it to be powerful and safe for his child. In his head he added one last thing. He thought it, so just Gallows would hear.
“And as long as you keep me around to tell you when you’re running mad. Kind of like you are right now.” His lips quirked up into a smile. He and Gallows had their differences, but Fennick had confidence in her, as long as he was around to keep an eye on things.
He wasn’t aware that today was going to be one of those days.
This day he had set aside for sleeping, eating, and agonizing about the birth of his first child. That was bound to happen any day, and it set him on edge. It left him jittery and raw, with a strange urge to pluck out his feathers and hide. There was also joy though, a tiny panicked joy deep in his gut. He wondered if Hestia had grown sick of his worried glances and pinched expression.
There was enough emotion swirling in Fennick’s head that when Gallows whispered in his ear he nearly jumped out of his skin. He recovered quickly and scowled. No matter, he would just skin her when he found her. It didn’t take long. She was standing, obviously waiting for them, with a weird look on his face. Fennick groaned. That was never a good sign coming from Gallows. The large stallion stalked up to her, scowling mightily.
“What is it Gallows? What could possibly warrant —“ He cut off abruptly and listened to her speak, his gut twisting in his stomach. How is it possible that Fennick had already witnessed two mutinies? How did his always walk in right in the middle of them? He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to focus on the pounding in his head.
What did he want?
Fennick’s gut twisted again. All his life he had avoided making choices like this. All his life he had always preferred to hit something, rather than talk to it. In this moment, however, he was going to need to speak. For a long, terrible moment Fennick’s loyalty to Demian, the man who had given him everything, tangled with the truth of Gallows words. Finally, he took a breath.
“Lord save us all, but I vote for you, Gallows.” Fennick sighed again, trying to make himself believe that he had actually spoken those words. After another pause he continued, his tone growing harsh and stubborn.
“As long as you have vision. As long as you’ll make sure this is a time that they’ll remember.” Fennick, while he had little ambition for himself, had a lot of ambition for his home. He wanted it to be great, he wanted it to be powerful and safe for his child. In his head he added one last thing. He thought it, so just Gallows would hear.
“And as long as you keep me around to tell you when you’re running mad. Kind of like you are right now.” His lips quirked up into a smile. He and Gallows had their differences, but Fennick had confidence in her, as long as he was around to keep an eye on things.