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I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately - Viorel - Jan 18, 2022 For @Vasco
Around noon, Light snow, -18C/0F [dohtml] It had been eating him alive, even though he had done everything in his power to keep it out of his head. What @”Modesto” had said, not about his mom being a whore, that much Viorel had figured out when she got pregnant with a “friend” who didn’t bother to stick around. It was the fact that maybe his father was not Platon, the brave guardian everyone had said it was, who disappeared on a brave scouting trip and everyone had spent weeks looking for. That he was a splitting image of, that maybe his father was right here right now. He couldn’t wait any longer, Viorel needed answers. Was Vasco his mom’s closest friend? Or, was there more? Was there even the slightest possibility that he had known his father his whole life and nobody had bothered to tell him? Plodding through the snow, Viorel followed the most recent trail he could find of Vasco’s. He needed to find him now, he needed to know. The father sped up when he thought he saw the light tawny form in the distance, chuffing to try to get his attention, trying not to let the strain be portrayed in his voice. [/dohtml] RE: I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately - Vasco - Jan 19, 2022 [dohtml]
RE: I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately - Viorel - Jan 25, 2022 [dohtml] The leader might have felt bad seeing Vasco’s smile fade away into concern if his mind had not already been racing. There was not really time for pleasantries, or worrying about everyone’s feelings, after all, who had wondered about their feelings? His and Xulia’s and Andrey’s, when they were kids growing up with no dad, only stories, when they could have had a father all along. For a long minute Viorel just stared at Vasco, trying to make sense of it all. Normally words did not escape him, he was quite the eloquent speaker who prided himself on being able to rally the troops when needed. In this moment though, he just stared looking over the man in front of him for some indication that he was his father. Some fleck in his eyes, or cowlick on his crown, anything. Then he just blurt it out, ”Before she left Modesto said you are my father, not Platon.” And then time stood still. Viorel did not say another word, but felt like every muscle in his body seized, even breathing felt like it was a laborious task. Yellow eyes stared into grey expectantly, desperate for some kind of answer. [/dohtml] RE: I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately - Vasco - Jan 26, 2022 [dohtml]
RE: I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately - Viorel - Feb 04, 2022 [dohtml] For a long time they were in a standoff, two men - maybe father and son - staring at each other, neither daring to move. Viorel said nothing, even as Vasco finally moved to lick his lips and blink, it felt like he had become frozen to the ground. Seconds ticked on as blood rushed through his ears with every heartbeat. Waiting on the answers he had been seeking his whole life. Modesto Yeah Aunt Modesto, that old bitch. Had to go and run her mouth because Viorel had talked badly about his own mother and siblings, who she had then gone on to insult herself so…really what was the problem? He knew what the problem was, the problem was this wasn’t the Estuary and she as an advisor was not a council. That did not change the fact that she had blown up like a geyser with too much pressure behind it. There was anger in Vasco’s hoarse voice, and Viorel continued to stare at him, searching for answers. The words he were given felt like puzzle pieces that did not quite fit together, it didn’t answer what he had said, but it didn’t not answer either. Lifting his chin as if in an act of defiance he responded indignantly, ”Are you saying it was a lie? Or are you saying that it’s true you could be my father?” He couldn’t say both, they both could not be true at one time. Either Modesto was a liar, or Vasco had known this whole time that he might have been Viorel’s father and he had said nothing. [/dohtml] RE: I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately - Vasco - Feb 05, 2022 [dohtml]
RE: I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately - Viorel - Feb 14, 2022 [dohtml] It seemed like every statement that was passing between the two of them was met with long silences as they each tried to process. Viorel stared on, waiting for some kind of sign as to what was going on in Vasco’s head. It took a few moments but eventually the older man straightened, and the leader felt a flicker of anger in his heart. Maybe Modesto had gotten into his head, but for a split second he thought of it as a challenge to his authority. But, Viorel had been trying to get his Aunt out of his mind, not letting her control his actions, so he smothered it. Other than his eyes narrowing almost like a minor twitch, he kept the emotion mostly buried. This time there was no long drawn out silence, the dark man was quick to quip back, ”So you knew this whole time it could have been you, and you said nothing.” How could he do such a thing, years had gone by! He tore his eyes away from the man who may be his father, and Viorel began to pace. Back and forth, back and forth, making sharp agitated turns before pacing again. His tail quivered behind him in annoyance and confusion, ”How could you do this? You let us grow up without a father when you were there all along. You let my children grow up without a grandfather who was living with them their whole lives!” He wasn’t sure which made him more angry. He whirled back around, ”And now she’s gone! Disappeared without a word, probably off chasing Azra and leaving all of her kids behind! One isn’t even a year old!” That was not Vasco’s fault Viorel knew, but he was angry about it all the same. Maybe his mother really was a whore. [/dohtml] RE: I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately - Vasco - Feb 21, 2022 [dohtml]
RE: I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately - Viorel - Mar 22, 2022 [dohtml] Viorel was taken aback when Vasco spoke, saying that it was not his choice that nobody had told him. A myriad of emotions flit across his features, anger, confusion, disbelief, hurt, and all the way through again. It was enough to make his ears flatten against his skull and to pause his pacing paws and make him think. He opened his mouth to speak more than once and then closed it. Finally Viorel closed his eyes and looked away, ”It was still your choice to go along with her. My mother clearly does not know how to make decisions for herself.” Look what she had done since getting here, and apparently look what she had done while back at the coast. How had he trusted her to be doing the right thing? Sighing he let something out that he had been holding onto for so long, ”Maybe you were always there, but I have spent my whole life trying to live up to to Platon. He could do no wrong because he wasn’t even there. Died in battle, or on a quest. Smart, strong, leader, Perfect Platon. How could I ever live up to that?” And maybe he had never even had to. Turning back to look at Vasco, the once angry eyes were now just full of pain. He looked over the man now, the man he looked nothing like, and then let his own eyes drop down the the snow. There was still anger there, but it was only to try to protect himself from the fear and hurt that he already felt. ”Of course we want you to stay. But, you need to be honest. And, you need to tell my children who you really are to them, their grandfather.” Viorel took a step back. He was too deep in his own head, ”I need some time, I need to think.” And then without waiting to see what else could be said, he turned and left. This was too much. [/dohtml] RE: I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately - Vasco - Apr 23, 2022 [dohtml]
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