04-16-2019, 04:54 PM
Litotes is boiling beneath the surface of his cool fur, frustrated and infuriated by the constant accusations of the East. He offers Dawn no aggression, not a single sign of his absolute anger - no sign that their continuous arms-length distance treatment of him only furthers his hatred. The Cove has proved time and time again how weak and fickle they are, constantly hiding behind a face of peace whilst pushing out any who make even a single mistake. Not that the cremello believes he made one, though he assumes Kagerus spun it that way.
Idealistic to the fucking marrow, he thinks. Capricious in their personal lives and their political lives. Pathetic.
At least the cremello is honest with himself.
The sparkle of his topaz eyes reflects the swaying grass as Lie turns to stare with one eye at Starsin. She approaches with that same sensual saunter, an impressive confidence he takes comfort in. The galaxy girl certainly knows how to make anything interesting, and he can tell by the antagonistic twist of her mouth that this meeting is about to take a heated turn. The grin that wants to pass over his lip is resisted, not even a twitch of his mouth gives away his true emotions.
Dawn stands before them, golden and seemingly naive and so opposite of the woman that wishes to throw salt on imagined wounds. There are little responses to the star-studded mare in his head, though he offers her no outward support. Starsin knows what he is thinking; Litotes does not worry that she will take offense. He notes that she does not offer any clear indication of her gift, so he does not either - probably best to keep that detail secret.
Even Rune, who stands between the lion-man’s front legs, bristles in his mind, sending wave after wave of irritation through his mind. It takes everything in his power to not react, to hold back his own vitriol especially paired with the sand cat’s.
“Starsin,” her name is a low growl, a warning he does not mean. His eyes flicker to hers, using the agitation he feels to project it onto her. What affection he once felt for Dawn has entirely dissipated. Once again, he is betrayed by a people and a nation that claims to care for him.
“I don’t know where you got the idea that I am a threat,” first to Dawn, then a hard glance to his partner in crime. “My business with Pangea is to rule it. Eight has done nothing with it, and neither has the East as a whole. Someone has to be there to care for it, and I am sure the Cove does not want the wrath of Carnage for letting it die.” He pauses, then fixes Dawn with a betrayed stare. “Now I have questions for you: why? Why is that the Cove wants nothing to do with me politically until I am suddenly a faux threat? There has been zero attempt to mend the bridge Kagerus burned for no reason. I challenge for a land, as is within my right, and suddenly I am an enemy? What exactly have I done or said to you or any diplomat that indicates I want to hurt the East? You call me a blatant threat, but what do you know of me outside of the father that wants to be there for our children? I think it is truly I that does not understand: the Cove’s dropping of me, the continued accusations, the silence up until this point. So tell me, Dawn, why did you make this visit?”
@[Starsin] @[Dawn]
Idealistic to the fucking marrow, he thinks. Capricious in their personal lives and their political lives. Pathetic.
At least the cremello is honest with himself.
The sparkle of his topaz eyes reflects the swaying grass as Lie turns to stare with one eye at Starsin. She approaches with that same sensual saunter, an impressive confidence he takes comfort in. The galaxy girl certainly knows how to make anything interesting, and he can tell by the antagonistic twist of her mouth that this meeting is about to take a heated turn. The grin that wants to pass over his lip is resisted, not even a twitch of his mouth gives away his true emotions.
Dawn stands before them, golden and seemingly naive and so opposite of the woman that wishes to throw salt on imagined wounds. There are little responses to the star-studded mare in his head, though he offers her no outward support. Starsin knows what he is thinking; Litotes does not worry that she will take offense. He notes that she does not offer any clear indication of her gift, so he does not either - probably best to keep that detail secret.
Even Rune, who stands between the lion-man’s front legs, bristles in his mind, sending wave after wave of irritation through his mind. It takes everything in his power to not react, to hold back his own vitriol especially paired with the sand cat’s.
“Starsin,” her name is a low growl, a warning he does not mean. His eyes flicker to hers, using the agitation he feels to project it onto her. What affection he once felt for Dawn has entirely dissipated. Once again, he is betrayed by a people and a nation that claims to care for him.
“I don’t know where you got the idea that I am a threat,” first to Dawn, then a hard glance to his partner in crime. “My business with Pangea is to rule it. Eight has done nothing with it, and neither has the East as a whole. Someone has to be there to care for it, and I am sure the Cove does not want the wrath of Carnage for letting it die.” He pauses, then fixes Dawn with a betrayed stare. “Now I have questions for you: why? Why is that the Cove wants nothing to do with me politically until I am suddenly a faux threat? There has been zero attempt to mend the bridge Kagerus burned for no reason. I challenge for a land, as is within my right, and suddenly I am an enemy? What exactly have I done or said to you or any diplomat that indicates I want to hurt the East? You call me a blatant threat, but what do you know of me outside of the father that wants to be there for our children? I think it is truly I that does not understand: the Cove’s dropping of me, the continued accusations, the silence up until this point. So tell me, Dawn, why did you make this visit?”
@[Starsin] @[Dawn]
