Post by Pride Drakos on Apr 7, 2013 12:54:53 GMT -5
Well, Pride had left his room. Andy would be proud, he thought with a bit of a wry smile. Though, he hadn’t made it very far out of his room. He had made it to the front of the guy’s dorms to let Juno out and then had headed back inside once she had worn herself out. But he hadn’t gone right back up to his dorm room to hide out so at least that was something? Yeah, something slightly pathetic he thought with a slight scoff at himself. He really needed to break free of all of this doom and gloom…
But he had been trying and no good had come out of it so he had proceeded to stop trying. What was the point if it wasn’t going to work? SO he had gone back to his wallowing and hiding out in his room and only leaving for classes. Until he had met Andy and she had started to drag him out in order to make him more like himself again, which was slowly starting to work or at the very least was slowly starting to get him out of his room more often.
He wasn’t sure why she was doing it. He had thought about that a time or two but no answer really came to mind. Why would she bother? She had no previous connection to him, no reason to really care if he was stuck up in his head in the darkness of his room or not. And yet, here she was every time he turned around dragging him out to deal with the real world again when all he really wanted to do was run and hide away. Very badly in fact. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to rejoin the world.
But she was slowly getting to him if his current situation was any indication. Not that he was out and about on his own, of course, but he hadn’t gone directly back into his room either. No, instead he had stopped in the common room, the lounge as it were, and stayed there instead of going right back up. It was a start. A pathetic start, but a start all the same. And one he thought was better than nothing even if someone else might not agree with him. Oh well, he was sure it was better than heading back to his room.
He watched as Juno lazily climbed up onto one of the couches, having warn herself out running around and about outside when he had let her out, and watched her for a moment. She seemed so content and for a moment he was more than a little bit jealous. He wished he could be as calm and content as she was, just laying there not knowing any sort of sadness or pain because Pride would never let her know anything like that. She worried about him, that he knew for certain despite her being a dog, but that was the extent of it.
So he was jealous of his dog. He laughed softly, ruefully, and sat down next to her on the couch. She shifted immediately to rest her head on his leg and peeked up at him, softly hinting until he began to scratch between her ears and she closed her eyes contently again, her tail softly thumping against the side of the couch as she showed her pleasure at being loved. Because he indeed did love her more than he loved most anything except for his family. He was just in a mood, and he tried never to take that out on her if he could help it.
He couldn’t help this mood though, he tried. He was usually such a happy person, easy going, one who lived to make those around him that he cared for happy rather than himself. One who would go out of his way to help out a friend or even an acquaintance if he could. But he was allowed to have a mood now or then, wasn’t he? He thought so. No one could be happy all the time, and if they said that they were they were certainly hiding something.
He had been kidnapped, and after his ordeal when he was a child being kidnapped and held so long, it had dug up some unpleasant memories that he wished would have stayed buried instead. As he sat there, scratching between the ears of his loving pup, he tried very hard not to take a trip down memory lane. Instead he tried to focus on the amazing woman who had rescued him, who was kind and sweet, but firm. And she had firmly demanded that he start looking on the bright side, with as more kindness than Pride had known in a very long time.
She had tugged him from his gloom, and his half-sister Ree most certainly helped that as well with her wacky attitude and her happy little self. And this time he had Andy trying to do the same thing for him. Who knew, maybe it would actually work. He hoped it did, he was sick of being this way but nothing he tried to do seemed to actially do anything to make it better or make him feel better. He tried, he really did, but often he gave up half way and went back to hiding in his room.
Like right now, though he was content sitting here, petting his pup, he knew it wouldn’t be too long before he would retreat back to his room and sit there, maybe read, more likely sleep. Unless some sort of distraction came along in the meantime, it was a pretty certain thing that he was about five mintutes from retreating, small victory in keeping himself from going there right away or not.
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muse: Not my best sorry ><
comments: May the bromance...begin! lol
But he had been trying and no good had come out of it so he had proceeded to stop trying. What was the point if it wasn’t going to work? SO he had gone back to his wallowing and hiding out in his room and only leaving for classes. Until he had met Andy and she had started to drag him out in order to make him more like himself again, which was slowly starting to work or at the very least was slowly starting to get him out of his room more often.
He wasn’t sure why she was doing it. He had thought about that a time or two but no answer really came to mind. Why would she bother? She had no previous connection to him, no reason to really care if he was stuck up in his head in the darkness of his room or not. And yet, here she was every time he turned around dragging him out to deal with the real world again when all he really wanted to do was run and hide away. Very badly in fact. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to rejoin the world.
But she was slowly getting to him if his current situation was any indication. Not that he was out and about on his own, of course, but he hadn’t gone directly back into his room either. No, instead he had stopped in the common room, the lounge as it were, and stayed there instead of going right back up. It was a start. A pathetic start, but a start all the same. And one he thought was better than nothing even if someone else might not agree with him. Oh well, he was sure it was better than heading back to his room.
He watched as Juno lazily climbed up onto one of the couches, having warn herself out running around and about outside when he had let her out, and watched her for a moment. She seemed so content and for a moment he was more than a little bit jealous. He wished he could be as calm and content as she was, just laying there not knowing any sort of sadness or pain because Pride would never let her know anything like that. She worried about him, that he knew for certain despite her being a dog, but that was the extent of it.
So he was jealous of his dog. He laughed softly, ruefully, and sat down next to her on the couch. She shifted immediately to rest her head on his leg and peeked up at him, softly hinting until he began to scratch between her ears and she closed her eyes contently again, her tail softly thumping against the side of the couch as she showed her pleasure at being loved. Because he indeed did love her more than he loved most anything except for his family. He was just in a mood, and he tried never to take that out on her if he could help it.
He couldn’t help this mood though, he tried. He was usually such a happy person, easy going, one who lived to make those around him that he cared for happy rather than himself. One who would go out of his way to help out a friend or even an acquaintance if he could. But he was allowed to have a mood now or then, wasn’t he? He thought so. No one could be happy all the time, and if they said that they were they were certainly hiding something.
He had been kidnapped, and after his ordeal when he was a child being kidnapped and held so long, it had dug up some unpleasant memories that he wished would have stayed buried instead. As he sat there, scratching between the ears of his loving pup, he tried very hard not to take a trip down memory lane. Instead he tried to focus on the amazing woman who had rescued him, who was kind and sweet, but firm. And she had firmly demanded that he start looking on the bright side, with as more kindness than Pride had known in a very long time.
She had tugged him from his gloom, and his half-sister Ree most certainly helped that as well with her wacky attitude and her happy little self. And this time he had Andy trying to do the same thing for him. Who knew, maybe it would actually work. He hoped it did, he was sick of being this way but nothing he tried to do seemed to actially do anything to make it better or make him feel better. He tried, he really did, but often he gave up half way and went back to hiding in his room.
Like right now, though he was content sitting here, petting his pup, he knew it wouldn’t be too long before he would retreat back to his room and sit there, maybe read, more likely sleep. Unless some sort of distraction came along in the meantime, it was a pretty certain thing that he was about five mintutes from retreating, small victory in keeping himself from going there right away or not.
Words: 986
muse: Not my best sorry ><
comments: May the bromance...begin! lol
