Quinn's Head

Quinn's gift during Samhain/Quinn's POV

if conflicted/doubtful:

I feel like you've slowly been slipping away from me.

It would be so easy to see why, to read every single thought you have.

But…something bothers me about it. Something in me is telling me I shouldn't. That it's wrong, somehow.

Even if it's so natural.

I want to see. I want to know why you frown when you see me. Why your thoughts are coated with distrust and doubt when I talk to you. When I try to remind you why you're here. There are conflicting emotions in you that logically shouldn't be there and it's… puzzling.

"What are you frowning about?" You ask.

"Nothing." I smile. I love hearing your voice. I embrace every little interaction with you; they remind me of home, when things were how they were supposed to be. 

if trusting:

Seeing you so determined to get what you want fills my heart with pride.

You're everything you're supposed to be. You have a trusting smile when you look at me.

Trust that makes me feel something other than happiness. It's as if I don't earn it.

That's absolutely idiotic. Of course I do.

the truth

The truth would make you distracted. This is not the time. I'm protecting you from it all.

…

You don't have to believe me.

There's something that would make you feel better. Something I took with me, to make you remember your cause. 

Samhain would be the best time to give it to you. It might draw the spirits to you. I felt your father searching for you in the forest, he might find you easier if you have this.

Your father's essence is strong in this one. Handling it almost sends shivers down my spine. He wants me to remember the promise I gave him. It's unnecessary, I'm doing everything in my power to keep that promise: I'm doing everything I can to protect you.

Well, there have been mishaps. But I was always ready to protect you, even if it would've meant that I needed to forget about the revenge. At least, for now.

That just shows how much I love you. 

It's a weird feeling. It makes me feel conflicted, at times. I don't like it that much.

Ah, you're waiting for me. I always get lost in my thoughts. There are so many and they're surprisingly loud.

"I brought you something that will make you feel better."

Your features fill with joy and disbelief and I find myself smiling back at you. Your father was a good man. I was pondering on taking something to remind you of your mother, too, but… I think you wouldn't have liked that too much. You should be more lenient towards her. She had your best interest at heart.

no

She did her best.

…

"This is my prized possession," you say and I realize that I already gave it to you. I blink and smile. I almost missed your happiness because of the unnecessary chatter. Increasingly annoying, that is. 

This is my head.