12-13-2015, 12:43 AM
I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes
If Rapscallion were capable of feeling anything it was probably in this moment. He can almost taste her disappointment and her growing confusion as to why she couldn't read him. If he were a smarter man, he would think things that related to this precise area of life. He zones out for a minute as he tries to subside the excitement that is involuntary. Even though he is very put together, a stone wall if you will; some things are not within our control. He was doing his best to keep his testosterone under control. He cannot recall any of his memories of his other children, he cannot remember what any of their mother's were like but Sunday and even that memory is quickly becoming something that would be a short-term memory category. Wichita had honestly been the most consistent person in his life the last two years which was, or would be, slightly depressing to some. "Perhaps there is a reason behind the choices we make, doesn't mean it has to be motivated by feelings; perhaps it's motivated by morals, he says calmly, his deep voice dry, "or lack thereof."
He thinks briefly about his moral compass; he should find one of those.
"She's interesting. Magik isn't really what drew me to her, I just like how welcoming she is I guess. I spent the majority of my early life being unwelcomed," he says, honestly, though it was mostly due to his own actions. You can't come into a kingdom and uproot it's King without making enemies at the very least. Perhaps the same quality was what he liked about Wichita, though he was not an outwardly complimentary man, he could be honest if questioned.
The mare asks why she can't tell if he's having a good time. He isn't entirely sure what constitutes a 'good' time from simply engaging and wasting time. It's all figurative really to the buckskin. His green eyes peel to hers and he steps closer to her, he does not mean to cause insecurity within her. He has no empathy nor does he read minds but he can sense a shift. "Perhaps because you haven't asked? If I weren't enjoying your company, I would have left long ago and I grow bored easily," he says with a raise of a brow, he can hear her heartbeat and it soothes him some. He comes down from his keyed up anxiety of social situations. He steps in a little closer to Wichita and silently waits for her next question or action. He wasn't a man of many words so he was hoping that action would be more in coming days, however one would want to take that.
He thinks briefly about his moral compass; he should find one of those.
"She's interesting. Magik isn't really what drew me to her, I just like how welcoming she is I guess. I spent the majority of my early life being unwelcomed," he says, honestly, though it was mostly due to his own actions. You can't come into a kingdom and uproot it's King without making enemies at the very least. Perhaps the same quality was what he liked about Wichita, though he was not an outwardly complimentary man, he could be honest if questioned.
The mare asks why she can't tell if he's having a good time. He isn't entirely sure what constitutes a 'good' time from simply engaging and wasting time. It's all figurative really to the buckskin. His green eyes peel to hers and he steps closer to her, he does not mean to cause insecurity within her. He has no empathy nor does he read minds but he can sense a shift. "Perhaps because you haven't asked? If I weren't enjoying your company, I would have left long ago and I grow bored easily," he says with a raise of a brow, he can hear her heartbeat and it soothes him some. He comes down from his keyed up anxiety of social situations. He steps in a little closer to Wichita and silently waits for her next question or action. He wasn't a man of many words so he was hoping that action would be more in coming days, however one would want to take that.
R A P S C A L L I O N
the sociopathic private of the gates