His aunt remained unmoved by her nephew, calm in the face of his fury. This alone set his blood aflame, but it was far from the only thing to sear him from the inside out. His father also refused to bend, instead rising to similar heights of rage. Eros' nectarine eyes burned with resentment that only multiplied with each forceful sentence.
The boy
wanted to continue holding his own against the two, to continue arguing his point
especially as Viorel appeared to still have it utterly twisted. In Eros' eyes,
they were pushing him to this, refusing to listen to him regardless of how he acted. He was advocating for himself, trying to be
heard and they were punishing him for it. What alternative did they expect, and did it ever allow him to have a say?
The lines roared within his head while his fangs cut against his tongue to keep it from working.
'Not only were you disrespectful to your Aunt Sharlee earlier today, now you after being disrespectful to me, your father and leader.'
YOU GUYS'RE DISRESPECTING ME N' THIS FAMILY.
'This is not how you are expected to behave and I am ashamed at the way you are carrying on.'
BECAUSE STANDING UP FOR MYSELF IS SO
AWFUL HUH?! I SHOULD JUST
SHUT UP AND NEVER HAVE MY OWN OPINION?!
'If you were listening to you have heard me just say, in mine and Vayko’s absence it is up to Sharlee what information is disclosed, as she is my advisor and second in command.'
THEN WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?! WHY AM I IN TROUBLE FOR WHAT
SHE DECIDED TO SHARE?!
'I said apologize to your Aunt Sharlee.'
MAKE ME.
'And, you can now count your grounding to last a full moon.'
I DON'T
CARE!
'You are to to as your told, and then go immediately to the den where I’m sure your mother is going to be thrilled to hear about your behaviour today.'
At that, he did almost laugh. It would have been venomously bitter sound, yet still genuine. Eros, with all the wisdom of a yearling, was fairly convinced that it would not be Viorel's side his moms would be taking. The tawny teen had never had to worry about stifling with them, and trusted that this time would be no different. They would actually
care about his side of the story, and apparently that was where his father differed. It didn't seem to matter who or what was right, just that he and Sharlee were 'respected.'
His father's voice faded; he was finished, and now it was Eros' chance once more to speak up. Blood dripped down into his throat and still his teeth did not lift, grit with all the strength his jaw had. It pounded in his ears and at his temple, and mixed with adrenaline within his muscles. The youth had never before been so thoroughly
pissed and yet he could not bring himself to do more than continue to bare his clenched fangs and glare.
Maybe he was afraid of the consequences. Maybe he was afraid it wouldn't make the slightest difference. Maybe he was afraid of himself. Eros didn't know. All he knew was that not a single thing inside of him would budge. At least, until;
C'mon, Eros, let's go.
Archer finally spoke, and blinking Eros looked to his darker features.
Please.
Even his brother wanted his silence. Something in him deflated then, and the emptiness created soured and curdled. He continue to blink as he looked to his father once more, but this time it was to combat the tears that wanted to spill. The lesson the young Valle would walk away with today was heavy, and bitingly cold. It also, likely, was not that which his aunt and Viorel were trying to impart.
"... sorry," he said in a voice that was empty and shallow. Despite the moisture, his gaze had not softened, and he did not even glance to Sharlee as he gave the flat apology. Eros' eyes were locked on his dad's, the poisonous anger within him still very much active.
Something had to get out, and while an older him would likely one day regret the words very much, he was currently in many ways still just a child. Some of that venom slipped.
"... no wonder everyone keeps leaving you."
If allowed, he would turn and take his leave then. While during the argument he had entertained ideas of taking off once again, he no longer intended to go anywhere other than directed. At this point, he
needed to speak with @
Vanadis in order to make sense of the mess he'd purportedly made today.