''William'', the wolf said the moment the Summoner had raised his hand, placing it against the other man's chest, recognizing, instantly, that in his want to let the situation develop on its own, he had left the boy with far too much rope on which he could hang not only himself, but his unsuspecting room-mate, for he recognized the anger rising within William's chest, the rage of it burning brightly in the younger man's eyes as he watched, carefully, as his room-mate moved away from him, standing up, and actually taking his food with him until he was standing by the desk.
For a long moment, the wolf spirit had held his breath, his own body tens as well, for he was all too well aware that William's anger woke quickly, rose even quicker, and was almost always accompanied by the need to punch something, hit it hard, and fast, until he could hear it break, feel the cracks forming under his fists one after another, for William's anger was so deep and vast that it did not take much for it too become almost uncontrollable. And as he held his breath, he cursed himself for allowing the situation to come to this, for when this was exactly what he had promised Tavish he would stop that they he asked him whether he was sure he actually wanted to help the boy.
He had hoped too much, he realised, as his breath slowly escaped his chest. For all his warnings to Tavish, he had hoped too much and let him be too forward in his regards. Thankfully, however, once Tavish had moved away, silently, and without much protest, despite the push having had to heard, William's focus slowly shifted from the other man to the wolf, and thus Spirit could see that the rage had been prevented. The anger was still there, steaming from confusion, most probably, and his inability to believe anything that Tavish had just told him as true. It was no longer, rising, however, becoming larger, or burning hotter. It was simply there, and he knew it would take a while for it to go away.
''Control yourself'', he still warned him, bearing his teeth slightly towards the boy, as if to remind him of all the small bites he had received when misbehaving, a small jolt of pain produced by them usually, but not always, enough for him to rein himself in instead of letting anger consume him. It would still need to be expressed later, though, Spirit though, cringing, as he could already imagine the state William would be after yet another fight, probably later that week. It could just not be expressed at Tavish, he thought, focusing on that instead. Least of all physically.
Spirit's words barely registered in William's mind however, most of his thoughts now focused on the sharp burn rising in his lungs, in his blood, almost relieved when the feeling overwhelmed him, for this, this was true, and familiar, and right in as much ways as it was wrong. Unlike Tavish's words. Unlike the things they were promising him.
A loud laugh escaped from his chest as the other man compared himself to his mother. His mother who he had seen maybe thrice in his life before the trial and outside a function they all just had to attend. His mother who had directed only a handful of words towards him in his life. He remembered all of them, and not one of them was about the state of his rooms. He doubted sometimes she even knew where they were.
The laugh that burst out of him was thus just as bitter as it was loud, the state of the anger within him changing quickly and swiftly, growing, expanding, redirecting itself, for it was, after all, all including, and forever constant.
''Oh, you're most certainly not my mother'', he said, the look in his eyes ice cold as he did so. ''For I honestly doubt that such a thought has ever crossed that woman's mind, let alone his lips'', he said, his own lips stretching into a grin as he slowly stood up as well. ''Besides'', he said, an eyebrow slowly rising towards his hair line in amusement. ''You also obviously lack some essential equipment for being anybody's mother. Or have you been hiding something from the world all this time, Jane?'' He wasn't even sure how he had found Tavish's last name. The man himself had not told him, that he knew. Yet he was sure that his room-mate's full name was indeed Tavish Jane. It was not too hard to find out such things though. They were written everywhere after all. On every official document, on every half-finished and finished paper. Easy to see, easy to find when you shared space with someone. When you were room-mates.
''Yes, indeed'', William hummed under his breath, completely ignorant of Warrior's hand on his shoulder, or Spirit's bared teeth and a low grow emitted from the wolf's throat. ''It would be really hard after all for a girl like yourself to push anybody around'', he said, a truly malicious grin on his face just as Warrior pulled him back, making him stumble, his whole body twitching unintentionally as the breath was chased out of his lungs by the weight of a wolf suddenly pouncing on his chest, Spirit's bare teeth suddenly very close to his face.
''William!'', the wolf snapped, both with his voice and jaw, but the boy did not care. He was angry, and when he was angry, he wanted to hurt others.
For a long moment, the wolf spirit had held his breath, his own body tens as well, for he was all too well aware that William's anger woke quickly, rose even quicker, and was almost always accompanied by the need to punch something, hit it hard, and fast, until he could hear it break, feel the cracks forming under his fists one after another, for William's anger was so deep and vast that it did not take much for it too become almost uncontrollable. And as he held his breath, he cursed himself for allowing the situation to come to this, for when this was exactly what he had promised Tavish he would stop that they he asked him whether he was sure he actually wanted to help the boy.
He had hoped too much, he realised, as his breath slowly escaped his chest. For all his warnings to Tavish, he had hoped too much and let him be too forward in his regards. Thankfully, however, once Tavish had moved away, silently, and without much protest, despite the push having had to heard, William's focus slowly shifted from the other man to the wolf, and thus Spirit could see that the rage had been prevented. The anger was still there, steaming from confusion, most probably, and his inability to believe anything that Tavish had just told him as true. It was no longer, rising, however, becoming larger, or burning hotter. It was simply there, and he knew it would take a while for it to go away.
''Control yourself'', he still warned him, bearing his teeth slightly towards the boy, as if to remind him of all the small bites he had received when misbehaving, a small jolt of pain produced by them usually, but not always, enough for him to rein himself in instead of letting anger consume him. It would still need to be expressed later, though, Spirit though, cringing, as he could already imagine the state William would be after yet another fight, probably later that week. It could just not be expressed at Tavish, he thought, focusing on that instead. Least of all physically.
Spirit's words barely registered in William's mind however, most of his thoughts now focused on the sharp burn rising in his lungs, in his blood, almost relieved when the feeling overwhelmed him, for this, this was true, and familiar, and right in as much ways as it was wrong. Unlike Tavish's words. Unlike the things they were promising him.
A loud laugh escaped from his chest as the other man compared himself to his mother. His mother who he had seen maybe thrice in his life before the trial and outside a function they all just had to attend. His mother who had directed only a handful of words towards him in his life. He remembered all of them, and not one of them was about the state of his rooms. He doubted sometimes she even knew where they were.
The laugh that burst out of him was thus just as bitter as it was loud, the state of the anger within him changing quickly and swiftly, growing, expanding, redirecting itself, for it was, after all, all including, and forever constant.
''Oh, you're most certainly not my mother'', he said, the look in his eyes ice cold as he did so. ''For I honestly doubt that such a thought has ever crossed that woman's mind, let alone his lips'', he said, his own lips stretching into a grin as he slowly stood up as well. ''Besides'', he said, an eyebrow slowly rising towards his hair line in amusement. ''You also obviously lack some essential equipment for being anybody's mother. Or have you been hiding something from the world all this time, Jane?'' He wasn't even sure how he had found Tavish's last name. The man himself had not told him, that he knew. Yet he was sure that his room-mate's full name was indeed Tavish Jane. It was not too hard to find out such things though. They were written everywhere after all. On every official document, on every half-finished and finished paper. Easy to see, easy to find when you shared space with someone. When you were room-mates.
''Yes, indeed'', William hummed under his breath, completely ignorant of Warrior's hand on his shoulder, or Spirit's bared teeth and a low grow emitted from the wolf's throat. ''It would be really hard after all for a girl like yourself to push anybody around'', he said, a truly malicious grin on his face just as Warrior pulled him back, making him stumble, his whole body twitching unintentionally as the breath was chased out of his lungs by the weight of a wolf suddenly pouncing on his chest, Spirit's bare teeth suddenly very close to his face.
''William!'', the wolf snapped, both with his voice and jaw, but the boy did not care. He was angry, and when he was angry, he wanted to hurt others.
Alright, no more apologizing. To be honest, I was in a bit of a low mood generally when writing that post, so that was partly to blame for all the apologizing too. I'm feeling better today, though, so yeah. This post was a bit harder to write, though, it just refused to be written. I had to start it a handful of times before it actually agreed to be brought into existence, so I just hope that it's good enough, really xD And quite honestly, writing and life are just about on the same level of hard for me right now xD
