Post by Nova Jaci Echohawk on Jul 23, 2017 18:14:35 GMT
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She did not know why she was more emotional lately, it could be because of the phasing, of being alive and not knowing precisely how to handle it. It could be the pressure to be someone she wasn’t, she was not one who really hated anyone before, and the thought that her DNA wanted to somehow make her dislike or hate Carlisle was something she did not like at all. She glanced to him, as he had spoken, she knew he spoke the truth, but it was something that ate at her always.
”My parents show it plenty. They took me to you, didn’t they? Knowing what you are… Dad is a shifter… he doesn’t shift anymore. But he still knows what you and your family are. Still, he was desperate enough to take me to you. Do you have any idea how angry the others probably were? I don’t fit in my tribe, or the pack. I don’t think like they do.” And she probably never would, she would always be the outsider on some level, she realized that, she glanced from him, shrugging a bit. ”Does not mean I have to like it…” Which was true, she disliked blood and gore, she disliked war but she knew she would be good at it. She would defend what she considered hers in a heartbeat, she was realistic while being optimistic at the same time.
She glanced over to him, her eyes wide a bit, ”I won’t let anyone take anything away from me. I fought too hard to survive… that’s the problem. None of them understand what it is like, to almost draw your last breath, to be so tired, to be in pain all the time, to almost accept that death is coming for them. Then to suddenly… just to suddenly not have all of that anymore, to be alive, to be well, to… be something different. It is something you understand I am sure…” He technically died and became a vampire, he understood on some level, that is what she needed was someone who had been on death’s door in order to understand. ”I am not going to let anyone hurt the people I love most. You’re included in that, Carlisle… while I might not like fighting, or enjoy it, I will do it to defend whom I love.”
”My parents show it plenty. They took me to you, didn’t they? Knowing what you are… Dad is a shifter… he doesn’t shift anymore. But he still knows what you and your family are. Still, he was desperate enough to take me to you. Do you have any idea how angry the others probably were? I don’t fit in my tribe, or the pack. I don’t think like they do.” And she probably never would, she would always be the outsider on some level, she realized that, she glanced from him, shrugging a bit. ”Does not mean I have to like it…” Which was true, she disliked blood and gore, she disliked war but she knew she would be good at it. She would defend what she considered hers in a heartbeat, she was realistic while being optimistic at the same time.
She glanced over to him, her eyes wide a bit, ”I won’t let anyone take anything away from me. I fought too hard to survive… that’s the problem. None of them understand what it is like, to almost draw your last breath, to be so tired, to be in pain all the time, to almost accept that death is coming for them. Then to suddenly… just to suddenly not have all of that anymore, to be alive, to be well, to… be something different. It is something you understand I am sure…” He technically died and became a vampire, he understood on some level, that is what she needed was someone who had been on death’s door in order to understand. ”I am not going to let anyone hurt the people I love most. You’re included in that, Carlisle… while I might not like fighting, or enjoy it, I will do it to defend whom I love.”
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