Solanis
03-09-2018, 07:09 PM
His question and words of disdain crowded his already frazzled mind, and he let them continuously spin within the confines of his conscious until he thought it might explode. The question had momentarily brought the rational side of his mind back to life, it tenderly prodding at his hurt ego and feelings with its own questions. What was the main reason he felt so devastated by such a simple statement? He wasn't one to irrationally respond to anything, and yet there he was crying and screaming and feebly smacking his head into a grown horse's shoulder.
But as hard as this rationale in his mind tried to conquer, it was easily swept away by the insecurities and hurt from not the ivory man's words; but Valkyries. It was she that was the root of the problem, the virus that plagued his mind and toyed with his critical voices like a siren luring a sailor into the sea. It was eyes of blue placed into a beautifully pale complexion that haunted his mind, a look of complete disinterest and perhaps even disgust lining her lashes. Then he was breathing heavier, lower lip quivering like a babe as he continued his rhythmic thumping his head against his shoulder.
It had become almost comforting; not because of the potential harm (read; nothing was happening) he could be inflicting, but because it was constant. It was the same thing at the same time over and over and over, and right now his mind relished the feeling of consistency. He was too mentally and emotionally exhausted by the inconsistencies happening in his sort lifespan, that at this point anything repetitive was a reprieve.
Yet even as he continued through these motions; the cogs were turning in his mind to understand; to comprehend why this man was compelled to act so rudely to him. Although his original question was innocent, his intentions certainly hadn't been. It was easy for others to assume that Vynter was a daft boy, when it actuality he was relatively bright. He had a gift for seeing past the first layer of emotions, and if he had seen into Rixen's eyes this would have been made obvious, but perhaps it was because of his currently heightened emotional state he was unable to handle this like he normally would.
And perhaps this was also why he abruptly paused in his head-thumping; and then moved to put himself into a more upright posture and shoulders squared. He had taken time to wipe the tears away from his skull, and after brief sniffling, he looked the man right in the eyes and began to speak in a firm; neutral voice,"Apologize for being rude."
But as hard as this rationale in his mind tried to conquer, it was easily swept away by the insecurities and hurt from not the ivory man's words; but Valkyries. It was she that was the root of the problem, the virus that plagued his mind and toyed with his critical voices like a siren luring a sailor into the sea. It was eyes of blue placed into a beautifully pale complexion that haunted his mind, a look of complete disinterest and perhaps even disgust lining her lashes. Then he was breathing heavier, lower lip quivering like a babe as he continued his rhythmic thumping his head against his shoulder.
It had become almost comforting; not because of the potential harm (read; nothing was happening) he could be inflicting, but because it was constant. It was the same thing at the same time over and over and over, and right now his mind relished the feeling of consistency. He was too mentally and emotionally exhausted by the inconsistencies happening in his sort lifespan, that at this point anything repetitive was a reprieve.
Yet even as he continued through these motions; the cogs were turning in his mind to understand; to comprehend why this man was compelled to act so rudely to him. Although his original question was innocent, his intentions certainly hadn't been. It was easy for others to assume that Vynter was a daft boy, when it actuality he was relatively bright. He had a gift for seeing past the first layer of emotions, and if he had seen into Rixen's eyes this would have been made obvious, but perhaps it was because of his currently heightened emotional state he was unable to handle this like he normally would.
And perhaps this was also why he abruptly paused in his head-thumping; and then moved to put himself into a more upright posture and shoulders squared. He had taken time to wipe the tears away from his skull, and after brief sniffling, he looked the man right in the eyes and began to speak in a firm; neutral voice,"Apologize for being rude."
Vynter
My will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way
