04-27-2015, 08:43 PM
all things are possible
even the worst of things
even the worst of things
He can feel the heat of her gaze the moment it lands upon him. And though he had felt that gaze before, this time is different. This time he has to repress the flinch that nearly surfaces. It is not necessarily her gaze, or the heat of it, that causes this reaction. Rather, it is his own disappointment. He is very well aware of how much more he should have been. And it is his guilt. Because, despite everything, he has been very happy being a drifter. And he knows that this is never what Scorch had intended for him.
His attempt to hold a cheerful grin fails after a long moment. Instead, he clears his throat as a rather chagrined expression replaces the smile. And though he longs to drop her gaze as well, he does not. He is her son after all. Whatever else you might say about him, at least you cannot say that he does not have determination (and some small amount of courage, for make no mistake, it does take courage to look his mother in the eye when she is angry). He cannot hide that small tell however: the subtle shifting of his feet that speaks of his discomfort.
I came as quickly as I could.
His grin cannot be suppressed for long; it sits so naturally on his face that it has become almost an automatic reflex. His chocolate brown eyes glint with a spark of humor. He knows that Scorch had gone easy on him in his childhood, giving him the leeway to be young and happy. And for that he is grateful. It had allowed him to be himself, to find his true nature. He discovered a vast desire to learn and seek out all knowledge. And though he does not yet know how, he knows that one day this skill will be very useful.
Actually, that was a lie. I may have made a few pit stops along the way. But I’m here now!
He blinks wide eyes at her, his attempts to appear innocent falling woefully short. Sadly, he had left the appearance of youthful innocence behind long before he had reached his full (and quite considerable) height. Perhaps he would have had better luck with charming.
His attempt to hold a cheerful grin fails after a long moment. Instead, he clears his throat as a rather chagrined expression replaces the smile. And though he longs to drop her gaze as well, he does not. He is her son after all. Whatever else you might say about him, at least you cannot say that he does not have determination (and some small amount of courage, for make no mistake, it does take courage to look his mother in the eye when she is angry). He cannot hide that small tell however: the subtle shifting of his feet that speaks of his discomfort.
I came as quickly as I could.
His grin cannot be suppressed for long; it sits so naturally on his face that it has become almost an automatic reflex. His chocolate brown eyes glint with a spark of humor. He knows that Scorch had gone easy on him in his childhood, giving him the leeway to be young and happy. And for that he is grateful. It had allowed him to be himself, to find his true nature. He discovered a vast desire to learn and seek out all knowledge. And though he does not yet know how, he knows that one day this skill will be very useful.
Actually, that was a lie. I may have made a few pit stops along the way. But I’m here now!
He blinks wide eyes at her, his attempts to appear innocent falling woefully short. Sadly, he had left the appearance of youthful innocence behind long before he had reached his full (and quite considerable) height. Perhaps he would have had better luck with charming.
shahrizai