closed starter for @viktorofada location: viktor's place note: heeeeyyyyyyyy
Harellan wouldn't have said he was avoiding Viktor. On the contrary, he really would've preferred to see the nephilim more than he cared to admit. That wasn't an option though. Ayi'ig was...he didn't like to think about it because it made him feel like some sort of weak individual like those halfbloods. Well, all of them except for Viktor at least. That wasn't even the point though. The point was that he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now. Was he supposed to just pretend everything was fine? That was what he was good at when it came to everything else so he was fine with doing it here. Nobody would truly know how he felt about the loss of the drow queen. That would be information he kept to himself. And that information was that he was devastated. He hadn't cried. He'd done enough of that with his father. He'd razed an entire village just to watch them suffer. At some point, he had to question if it had been for vengeance or not. Again, that wasn't the point. What had he done to cope? Well, he'd gotten a cat.
The cat was sat on his lap, sat on the floor in front of the other's door, as he waited for the nephilim to show up. He would eventually. There would be some rightful anger, but who could deny a cute cat? He'd have said the other didn't have a choice in the matter, but he didn't feel like playing around in Viktor's head unless the nephilim wanted him to. A hand dropped to the black cat's head just as he heard footsteps coming towards him. When he looked up, he was only slightly happy about the sight before him. "Hey, angel."
