pinprick: (I'm haunted)
Nathaniel Howe ([personal profile] pinprick) wrote in [community profile] faderift 2016-12-14 10:50 pm (UTC)

Any time Nathaniel had been upset growing up, his father told him to be a man and his mother chided him for his lack of self-control and the wickedness it betrayed. He had learned to be quiet in his anger, silent and focused and directed unflinching at the task. He had learned restraint, until such a time when no one could possibly blame him for the lack of it. He had learned to prove his feelings validated before showing them, so no one could scold him for having them.

He holds the hair tie in his hand, looking numbly at it. After a moment, he turns to place it in Teren's hand. Suddenly, a long dagger is drawn. An arm wraps around Kian, trapping him to his chest, the dagger at the boy's throat.

"Where is he?" Nathaniel asks quietly. He is tense, his jaw set, but he is still quiet in his anger, like he always has been.

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