08-25-2018, 06:17 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]As she clarified how she'd found out, Paper's ears subconsciously swiveled back, his brows furrowing. Ah- she had read it. He guessed there was no other way she could have known, since- as she'd said- she couldn't tell what it was about. The jargon and constant political shifts were rather difficult to follow, even for someone who was in the pack for a large part of their life. Besides, it was no stretch of belief to say that Gold had gone through the pages out of simple curiosity, and she wasn't the type to blackmail someone with their parent's writings.
The tension melting off of his face, he chuckled softly. "It's Mom's diary," he answered, taking the book in one paw. "I haven't actually read it all yet, just a few entries." Glancing off towards the horizon, he added, "She told me to keep it when I went there, right before..."
Bloodied cuffs. An unfamiliar haze within her golden eyes. A shaky rasp in her voice. The cloak slipping from her shoulders.
A fallen husky, silent, curled around his newborn children even as cries rose around him.
He swallowed. "Before she... ah." Gold had known about his reason for leaving back then- she knew what had happened to his mother- but to remind her of the matter when she had so recently experienced such grief herself seemed insensitive. Tugging lightly at his bracelet, he remained silent for a few moments, his mind simultaneously scrambling to find a way to change the subject and trying to stifle the memories that slowly welled up- his sister's shift from indignant yelling to eventual acceptance, the pack watching silently as he left again, the golden cloak on the shoulders of someone different from who he had always known.
Finally, he shook his head. "I'm sorry. It's hard." Four words, so generic, so inadequate, so meaningless- but that was all he could come up with to both apologize for his own weakness, and to offer condolences for what she was going through.
The tension melting off of his face, he chuckled softly. "It's Mom's diary," he answered, taking the book in one paw. "I haven't actually read it all yet, just a few entries." Glancing off towards the horizon, he added, "She told me to keep it when I went there, right before..."
Bloodied cuffs. An unfamiliar haze within her golden eyes. A shaky rasp in her voice. The cloak slipping from her shoulders.
A fallen husky, silent, curled around his newborn children even as cries rose around him.
He swallowed. "Before she... ah." Gold had known about his reason for leaving back then- she knew what had happened to his mother- but to remind her of the matter when she had so recently experienced such grief herself seemed insensitive. Tugging lightly at his bracelet, he remained silent for a few moments, his mind simultaneously scrambling to find a way to change the subject and trying to stifle the memories that slowly welled up- his sister's shift from indignant yelling to eventual acceptance, the pack watching silently as he left again, the golden cloak on the shoulders of someone different from who he had always known.
Finally, he shook his head. "I'm sorry. It's hard." Four words, so generic, so inadequate, so meaningless- but that was all he could come up with to both apologize for his own weakness, and to offer condolences for what she was going through.