he remembers why he never stayed in a host too long ( other than, of course a human’s ridiculously short lifespan ). emotions feel different when they’re confined to a human vessel and there’s no sorting through them or understanding why they’re there. it had been easier as a disconnected fox spirit. emotions were basic, not the complex woven disasters that he felt when he was contained in a body that was too earthly for him. he could argue that he had felt so much more outside of a human’s mortal experience. and while the emotions had been simpler to understand, they were vivid. the human body was so easily exhausted by feelings.
it’s all the harder when scott mccall, bless the boy’s heart, decides he might step in to play therapist and talk to void about his feelings to try to figure him out. why he acts how he does, what motivates him, how he’s feeling. and he just can’t articulate what’s happening in his little human brain when that human brain can’t even register what he’s supposed to be feeling. the silences between the alpha and himself draw themselves out too long and eventually, scott takes pity on him and lets him leave, excuses himself to the kitchen. void snags a decorative pillow on the way out, closes the door behind him and sits down in front of the door to shred the little thing to pieces, leaving the torn fabric and pillow guts spread out by the welcome mat.
a scent on the air and the shuffling of feet catch his attention and he stands, turning to look at the werecoyote. “oh don’t look at me like that. it was the pillow or an innocent woodland hiker. you weren’t listening in on that little... session, were you? that’s a breach of my privacy you know. very rude of you.”
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