| to majid |
[02 Aug 2011|09:53pm] |
As much as Noah had been avoiding Majid, he could still sense that the older lion was still hanging around. A part of him found it comforting, like maybe Majid was looking after him still. But after their last encounter, and how it had ended, Noah couldn't help but feel rejected. And the longer Majid stayed in Cold Water, the closer he got to realizing that Haben was still very much alive and well. Luckily Haben wasn't around Cold Water at the moment, though. Noah was thankful that his friend was off on some adventure somewhere, protected by wolves who cared about him. At first Noah hadn't understood Haben's tolerance of the other creatures, but he'd slowly come to understand the more he hung around and the more time he spent on pack land. Still, despite how he'd grown more comfortable there, he didn't stay at Wolf Haven unless Haben was there, so he'd decided to rent a little apartment in town.
He'd grabbed some food from the diner down the street and he was heading home. He was tired and he just wanted to take a hot bath, eat his dinner, and turn in for the night. He missed Haben terribly and wished his friend would come back soon, though he knew it was best that the other lion stay away for now.
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| To: Noah, Haben |
[29 Jul 2011|07:50pm] |
Majid was having a difficult time moving on from Coldwater. He sensed strongly that Haben was close, but Noah wasn't giving anything away. He felt certain that the young prince was not with the wolves in the area. He could not imagine a different species (especially wolves) being so welcoming to lions. His expertise was in Pride law, not Pack functions. A werewolf in Africa would be swiftly dealt with and he would do the dealing.
He might also have a difficult time moving on because of the connection he felt with Noah. It was hard for him to be away from his own kind and he'd spent so much of his life protecting Noah and Haben that it was difficult to leave him. Out by the pool, lying in the sun, he felt a keen amount of guilt for lazing, but he was a cat, after all, and the hotel pool was empty. He'd had to take advantage of that patch of warmth before it went away.
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| to moon |
[19 Jul 2011|10:30pm] |
Logan was steering clear of Joshua, as much as he could, anyway. No matter how much he'd grown to care for Moon, when it came to Joshua there was always a lingering connection that he just couldn't shake and it made him feel guilty. So in the end, it was just best to avoid him as much as possible. He kind of got the idea that Josh felt the same way, too. Out of all the wolves in the pack, Josh's was the one he could feel a connection to on a level that he knew was just different. He hated it. But now, a bigger connection was building with Moon.
The boy was doing well enough with his shifts and he was learning to control his wolf that he didn't have to be locked up anymore. He still had to stick close to the main house, though. There was just no way around that. Logan would go to Seattle on Thursdays and he'd be back every Sunday morning. It was getting harder and harder to leave Moon behind, that was for sure, but he had his job at the tattoo shop.
It was Sunday morning and he'd just pulled up. He could feel that Joshua was on a run and he frowned as he glanced towards the woods. Andrew was around somewhere, too. With a sigh, he turned and headed up the porch steps to slip inside and he went straight for the kitchen where Moon usually was by this time, helping Wendell.
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| to joshua |
[26 Feb 2011|12:12am] |
Two and a half months was much too long to go without seeing Joshua. They kept in touch, yes - but it wasn't the same as being next to him or being with him. Never in a million years would Andrew have guessed he'd form such a bond and connection with the wolf when he bid on him and took him home as a treasured pet. To think of his mindset back then made Andrew sick. It made him feel ashamed. But he wasn't the same person anymore, and that's what mattered, he supposed.
Once the twins were settled, and his father spoke with Hunter, Andrew went out to find Joshua. He slipped into the room that belonged to Josh, but when his boyfriend wasn't there, he went across the hall to the little one's room. Sure enough, that's where he was, tucked in the tiny bed with the two of them and a book on his chest. They'd all fallen asleep. Andrew smiled a little before he went over and reached out to brush some of Josh's hair out of his face. It'd gotten longer, even in just two months.
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| To Casey |
[24 Feb 2011|10:11pm] |
Things had settled down at the haven and none too soon. Sigmund was not built to live on pack land and after a few security arrangements, he'd insisted on heading back to his house. Coming out of the bathroom with all of his toiletries packed in a little bag, he slipped into the bedroom he'd been sharing with Casey.
"All packed?" he asked, eager to get back to his own place. It would be so much easier driving in to work when it was only 5 minutes away instead of 20. Not to mention, it was his territory, his land. He respected Hunter, but it was hard not to be the master of his domain.
He sat on the bed and looked over at Casey, examining him, considering the question that had been running around his head for the last few days.
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[28 Jan 2011|08:57pm] |
Audrey's room, for obvious reasons, didn't have any windows. Sometimes (even more than others) it felt like a prison. During the day, she would often lie awake, unable to sleep, staring at those walls, trying to remember what the sun had felt like. Really, she had no other vampires to which to compare herself so she had no idea if that was normal or not.
She'd been a vampire for three years. She remembered vividly the day that the man had finally taken her into the lab. She'd been excited, hoping that he was finally going to do to her what he'd done to her sister. Then they would be the same and everything would go back to making sense. She wouldn't feel so alone. But it hadn't worked out like that. The man's plan had been entirely different and forced Audrey to become something that felt painfully the opposite of what he'd done to her twin.
Languishing in her room, she could feel the sun set and she knew that it was safe to get up and wander about the house. She looked at the calendar on her wall. No appointments with the master of the house, the man responsible for all of this. For awhile, in her early childhood, she remembered thinking of him as her father, but she'd grown out of that.
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[25 Aug 2010|01:30am] |
Locating Greer had been easy since Niko had an open and active connection to him. He was keeping Greer dormant until he knew who he was, and from there he'd decide on if he'd let him wake up or not. He could sense other supernatural beings around the sorcerer, which only made him even more suspicious of the man.
Once they got to Cold Water, Niko found a quaint little bed and breakfast and rented a room for them. He pinpointed Greer from there, and though he insisted Bae and Miles stay behind, he had a feeling at least one of them had followed him - if not both.
He was standing outside of the mansion, peering up at it with a frown. He knew exactly what was inside. Vampires, and a lot of them. That worried him even more about why this sorcerer was looking for Bae. Was he selling lycanthropes to vampires? Or sex? Or both? There was only one way to find out, but he wasn't sure how he was going to go about getting into the house.
That's when Morris happened along, and Niko sensed him as soon as the man step foot out of his car. Turning, he stared over at Morris for a moment. It was obvious Cold Water was a hot bed for the supernatural. Still, Nikolai could tell Morris wasn't a powerful necromancer. Not yet, anyway.
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| open to sigmund and darby (backdated to right after sigmund and graham's fight/shift] |
[21 Aug 2010|11:50pm] |
Casey had so many questions about Graham, but most he was afraid to ask. All right, all of them he was afraid to ask. It was intimidating to know that Sigmund had someone in the pack who'd meant so much to him. And Graham was gorgeous. Older. He was one of Sigmund's own kind. So yeah, it was difficult not to feel a little bit insecure about the older man.
Sitting on the porch, Casey was waiting for Sigmund to come back from a run. Graham was gone as well, and knowing that they were nude while shifting? That made Casey a little bit antsy. He'd woken up alone in bed, and when he came down and neither Sigmund or Graham were around he assumed they were somewhere together. Probably on a run. What that meant, Casey was sure it wasn't bad or sexual. It just... was what it was.
He had no idea that Darby was in the house, in a room upstairs, waking up to the same sort of scenario. Actually, Casey had no idea who Darby even was.
With a sigh, he dipped his head down to try and concentrate on the book he was reading, but it really wasn't working. He was so high strung at the moment that everyone in the house could probably feel it.
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| open to pirate arrrrrrrr [he's probably glaring rn] |
[21 Aug 2010|09:06pm] |
Vance hated when Pirate had to work late into the night. He was a little more than spoiled by the other wolf's warmth when he'd crawl into bed at night, and having to go to bed without his mate was disappointing. It wasn't even about sex - it wasn't as if they had sex every single night, it was just about the comfort of having Pirate there.
School had started back up, and Vance was now into his sophomore year. He was about to be sixteen now and it was strange to think that he'd known Pirate for nearly an entire year now. He'd been through a hell of a lot for a boy his age, wolf or not, and sometimes he still had nightmares about being kidnapped and especially about Kenneth. He never let on about them, though, because he felt a little silly. It'd been over six months ago, hadn't it? Sometimes he couldn't remember. Usually when he wokeup from a dream, he just snuggled against Pirate and went back to sleep.
Tonight, though, Pirate wasn't there to snuggle up to and even if he was Vance was in the middle of a dream instead of waking up from it. His entire body was stiff, posture not at all natural for one who was sleeping, and every now and then he'd mutter or whimper about something in his sleep.
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| open to greer |
[13 Aug 2010|01:42am] |
Mason knew that there was a pack nearby. He'd heard of the Cold Water pack. Loren came to visit every now and then, but Mason hadn't ever met anyone else from there. If he realized that Varick, Shannon, and Kingston were there he'd have gone right away. But he hadn't a clue, so he was fine staying at the mansion. He didn't mind being fed from. He'd been through a lot worse when he was younger.
Despite how much time had gone by, though, he could never forget about Bae. The other panther had protected him, taught him how to survive, and kept him safe. It was difficult not to wonder how or where he was. When Mason heard that Mikhal's human boyfriend was a sorcerer, he thought maybe the man could help. That was why he was sitting on the stairs, waiting for Greer to come up them after dinner.
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| bernie, shiloh, lewis, morris |
[08 Aug 2010|11:38pm] |
Continued from here.
Shiloh knew Morris had been working that night, they'd been texting on and off during the entire evening. Still, it hadn't even occurred to him that Morris would be the one to see him like this whle Bernie drove he and Lewis to the hospital. His eyes had drifted closed along the right, and pain his ribs were causing him made breathing a chore. Every small fraction of an inch burned, and he tried to adjust the way he was sitting, hoping that would help, but all it did was make things worse and he started coughing up a little bit of blood.
When he realized the car had stopped, and someone was talking to him, he opened his eyes and was surprised to see Morris' face. He blinked a few times, obviously a little bit confused, but it didn't take much for his brain to make sense of the situation.
"Morris," he said softly, "Where's Lewis? Is he okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
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| open to miles and bae |
[04 Aug 2010|01:42am] |
Nikolai was probably one of the strongest sorcerers in the states. He took a bit of pride in that fact, and he always would. He didn't flaunt his power, he was more quiet about it, but it radiated off of him with ease. When he'd met Miles, he sensed a power within the boy that told him he could be great, and he immediately took him under his wing. And then they'd developed into a bit more than just teacher and student. When Miles asked Nikolai to get Bae out of the sex ring he was in, normally Niko would have said no. But Miles had hit a soft spot within him, so he'd done as asked and now the boy was traveling around with them. Niko never stayed in one place for long. He was wealthy, came from a long line of sorcerers who had a lot of money over the years that he'd inherited. He was an antique dealer, and he went all over to auctions.
At the moment they were in Boston. Nikolai had been out all day at an auction, and when he came home he was ready to just relax. He had on a three piece navy suit, and he was all ready undoing the buttons of his suit jacket to shrug it off as he stepped in the door and set his briefcase down. He could smell food cooking, and he knew Miles must have been busy in the kitchen. After shrugging his jacket off, he hung it up by the door and headed down the large hallway of the house they were currently staying in to slip into the kitchen.
"What are you cooking?" he asked, his British accent lilting through the air.
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| open to lewis and badvamp |
[03 Aug 2010|11:17pm] |
Shiloh had seen Morris a handful of times since their stroll and kiss, but he was definitely growing closer and more smitten with the necromancer. They were taking things slow, and things could still get a bit awkward between them from time to time, but in the good kind of way. Tonight, Lewis had taken Shiloh into Seattle for Shiloh's very first concert. It had been amazing. It was just an Indie band, sort of mellow but fun, and in a tiny little venue. It was more of a show than a concert, but to Shiloh it was everything wonderful. He'd had a great time.
It was late when they started to head back, after one, and when they got to Cold Water, Lewis pulled off into a gas station to fill up. He headed inside for snacks so that he and Shiloh could eat them while they told Bernie all about the show, and Shiloh had been texting with Morris about it all night long. He was sitting in the car, still texting, music playing softly while he waited for Lewis to come back out.
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| open to greer |
[11 Jul 2010|10:47pm] |
If Mikhal hadn't a need to sleep, he would have been anxious all day long. After running into Greer in Cold Water and spending the night with him, well almost - since Greer had to leave - the sorcerer was all he could think about. Greer was leaving the Church for him. Mikhal wasn't sure what that meant, but it meant something, that was for damn sure. The sorcerer had been nothing but a game at first and now Mikhal was utterly lost and in too deep. He wanted Greer more than he wanted anything in the entire world, and now he got to have him. Or did he? A part of him was still worried Greer would change his mind, and when night fell and Mikhal rose that fear was stuck in the pit of his stomach.
He showered and got dressed, wearing a pair of black slacks and a thin white v-neck shirt, then he just... Waited. He had no idea when Greer would show. Greer said he'd be back that night, and if he wasn't... Mikhal was certain he'd leave Cold Water and never come back.
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| open to darby |
[08 Jul 2010|03:58pm] |
Graham had always suffered from wanderlust. He liked traveling, going where he wanted, when he wanted. It made things easier moving around, not growing attached, especially after how things had ended with Sigmund. Even still thinking about the other wolf still stung, but Graham never really let it show. He kept a lot to himself, and always seemed guarded. He just wasn't the type to let many people in, and if you were human? Well, forget about it, it just wasn't going to ever happen.
When he'd me Darby, it had been purely by chance. Three hunters had captured the other wolf and were going to kill him. Graham wasn't about to let that happen, though. Making sure his kind was safe was what he did, it was his crusade. His own personal way of giving back, so to speak, especially since he wasn't with his own pack. He'd killed the three hunters, disposed of their bodies carefully in a place where no one would find them and took Darby under his wing. He hadn't intended to keep the other with him for so long, he'd planned to find a pack close by and leave him behind. That hadn't happened, though. Graham had gotten attached, but he'd be damned if he ever admitted something like that. After sleeping with Darby, there was no way he was going to just drop him off with a random pack. Graham reasoned that Darby should go to his pack, where he would know for absolute certain he was safe. Still, a year had passed, and Graham kept Darby with him. Of course, by now, there was no way he could just leave the other wolf anywhere. Darby had started to see the softer, more private sides of Graham, but Graham liked to pretend that he didn't.
They were in a hotel outside of Washington. Graham had been tracking a particular set of hunters for a while now, but they were good. Now that they were getting closer to Seattle, he was growing nervous. He tried not to let it show. He'd been out, getting something to eat for himself and Preston when he slipped into the room. It was rainy out, and his hair was a little damp.
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| open to lewis |
[30 Jun 2010|02:47am] |
Ever since Shiloh's little... impromtu date walk with Morris, he couldn't get the necromancer out of his head. He was anxious and on cloud nine, and it was obvious to everyone in the house. After dinner, he headed up to see if Lewis was in his room, and he knocked lightly on the door before he poked his head inside.
"Lewis?" he called out, smiling when he spotted the boy sprawled out on his bed. He headed over to climb up onto it with him, and he gently poked Lewis in the ribs. "What're you doing? It's too early to be asleep," he teased.
After a moment, he laid down next to the other boy and stretched out. He wanted to ask Lewis about a million questions, but he was feeling a little shy about it. When it came to sex, Shiloh was very unexperienced. He'd only slept with a person once, and that was Elgyn, and that wasn't exactly a good first time.
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| open to varick |
[18 Jun 2010|02:26am] |
Losing Cameron was hard, and most days it was still very hard, but being with Varick definitely helped Shannon to cope. Being safe at the haven was also helping, and the wolves there were simply amazing. He'd gotten to meet Aubrey, another fox, and Cady as well. It was nice to be so accepted. Sure, there were some wolves that were grumpy - like Pirate and Felix - but they weren't ever outwardly rude to Shannon. And it'd been nice to make clothes for Aryk, Vance, and Basil.
Varick was planning on opening a law firm in the area, so he'd been especially busy. Though everyone was insisting they weren't staying for the long haul, Shannon was starting to wonder if maybe they were. It seemed like everyone was settling well enough. Varick said that once Kingston was ready, they'd venture out on their own but what did that mean for Varick's law firm if he was opening one up? Shannon supposed Varick could take it anywhere he wanted.
The Portland pack had taken up residence in an empty house on the property. It was just a few of them, so the house was more than enough room. Shannon was busy sitting indian style on the bed and hand sewing a seam that had torn in one of Varick's nicer suit jackets. He had the headphones of his iPhone on and was humming quietly to Incubus while he worked. Varick had been gone all day, and the suit jacket Shannon was working on had been the one he'd wanted to wear but couldn't because of the busted seam.
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| To Noah |
[17 Jun 2010|11:28pm] |
Majid was good at his job. Near the end of Haben's father's reign, he had acted as an enforcer. For a long time, he'd managed to keep the peace within the immediate Pride, but in the end, it had been too much for the few lions who remained loyal to the idea of a Pride structure. When the lions of Africa had dispersed to their own devices, forming groups closer to small tribes rather than one grand pride, Majid had fallen to taking mercenary work for humans and lions alike. When Haben had disappeared and was presumed dead, Haben's father went downhill, losing his spark for leadership. It was painful to watch the King fall so far and Majid stopped seeing him, abandoned him really.
Now he was in Coldwater Flats, having tracked Haben's best friend Noah to that location. It was a commission, a job and nothing personal. Majid had been around while Haben and Noah were growing up, young himself then, but old enough to do the job that Haben's father required of him. Strangely enough, he'd been tribute to the King--a gift from another Pride. Majid didn't mind much, having been objectified like that. He'd wanted to get out of Iran and that had been his opportunity.
He'd been staying in a cheap motel in town, biding his time and observing Noah. The boy had been visiting a local wolf pack frequently, though Majid did not know for what purpose. What would a lion have to do with a pack of wolves? He didn't dare step on their territory and so he waited until Noah was in town to finally approach him. He had an ice cream cone in his hand, of all things, and he simply stepped out in front of Noah as he was walking. "You've gotten bigger," he noted mildly.
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| to noah |
[07 Jun 2010|09:24am] |
[I'm rearranging the timeline a little. Haben and Noah's reunion maybe just happened a week or so after he got back from the month long trip. Does that work? Lol]
Haben, Robin, Sullivan, and Austin had been back at the Haven for a couple of weeks. The appearance of Noah had been surprising, but welcomed. Haben had managed to avoid Africa entirely on their travels, even though Robin had wanted to see where Haben had come from. He wasn't ready to own up to who he was, but Noah's presence was making him start to face the reason's he'd run away in the first place.
He was sitting by the water, feet dangling over the edge of the makeshift dock that jutted out into the small lake on the territory. Looking over his journal, he slowly paged through it, making notes here and there about the sketches he'd done of the memories he'd had.
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| To Julian |
[30 May 2010|11:27pm] |
Jason had been able to spend a little time with Jeremiah. He'd forced a shift in him and taken him outside. He'd even tried to show him a thing or two about hunting, but the puppy had taken no interest in it whatsoever. With Izzy's fox form back, he'd gone out with him too and Jason found himself just a touch jealous of how the two had bonded. But he'd felt a strong connection to the little one as well, one that he hadn't expected to feel.
He'd been introduced to Julian. Joshua had begrudgingly allowed it, though nothing much had transpired between them under Josh's watchful eye. But with Izzy still recovering from the attack, they were staying at Wolf Haven instead of the room they'd rented in Coldwater. Jason tried to keep to himself, but god if he could stand that tiny little room any longer. He was reading downstairs in one of the cozier study-like alcoves downstairs.
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| Corbin and Colby |
[27 May 2010|05:19pm] |
The fights were getting unbearable. Paul was unbearable, but he was still at their house and Corbin had calmed down quite a bit since he'd attacked the poor kid. At the moment, Paul was asleep in the bedroom, on a makeshift bed on the floor. He was like a dog, Corbin liked to think. He wasn't going to let the mongrel into the bed. His mother was out of town with her boyfriend and after Paul had been so upset about getting hit, Corbin offered to let him stay. Stupid, but he thought maybe if Paul was still around, Colby would be less likely to take off with their father for just a little while longer.
He'd just come back from the occult shop about an hour ago. He had a book in his lap and he was sitting on the couch reading it intently. He didn't know where Colby was, but he could sense deep in his bones that his brother hadn't gone anywhere too far away. He dreaded the moment he felt so empty that it was clear Colby had left him for good. The book on his lap was about demons, summoning them and--most importantly--banishing them.
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| To Lawson |
[16 May 2010|09:01pm] |
Wendell was painting the porch. The afternoon had been perfect for it and he'd set up little cones at the front door and a sign asking for people to go through the back door. No one really ever used the front door anyway, so the rerouted foot traffic hadn't been a lot.
Currently, he was finishing the tiny details of the railing, using a small brush to dab the fresh white paint into the crevices. He had smudges of white paint on his face and every time he wiped his brow, he got more paint on himself. But the job was nearly done and he'd enjoyed doing it.
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| open to joshua |
[15 May 2010|10:33pm] |
Andrew still wasn't quite adjusted to staying at the haven, but he was managing. He went back to Seattle for a weekend on his own and the house had just felt empty without Joshua. He was back in Cold Water by Friday night to stay at the haven with his boyfriend. It was so strange how Joshua had changed from something he'd bought, to someone he loved. Andrew was still struggling with not bossing the kid around. Now that Joshua was part of a pack, he had a much stronger back bone, and that was new as well.
It was nearing the evening when Andrew's car pulled up, an expensive 1967 navy blue Mustang. It was new, something he'd bought that morning when he was bored and alone. It was actually for Joshua, if the boy wanted it. At least for them to share, or something. Andrew knew that Joshua wouldn't straight out accept it if he tried to give it to him, but if Andrew said it was theirs, then Joshua would.
He headed up the steps and into the house, having learned that he was allowed to just walk in a long time ago, and was immediately hit with the smell of a home cooked meal. That was one thing he really did love about the haven. There was always so much good food. He headed for the kitchen first, to see if maybe Joshua was there.
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| To Kellen |
[09 May 2010|10:31pm] |
Quillan hadn't slept a great deal, but he'd gotten a couple of hours. When he woke up the next morning, he found himself pressed close to Kellen and immediately his heart started to race and he carefully tried to extract himself from the other without waking him up. He was, however, tempted to just stay there and enjoy the warmth. Kellen radiated heat and Quillan found that he liked it very much.
But he couldn't stay there, and he got out of bed, starting to pack up their things. Staying overnight someplace had been necessary, even though he would have liked to keep moving. Lighting anywhere for too long was a dangerous risk in their case. When he was ready to go, he touched Kellen's shoulder. "Kellen? We should probably get going."
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| open to sigmund |
[04 May 2010|01:16am] |
As much as Graham wanted to say that he'd never miss pack life, he could never quite say the words. He sometimes missed his pack... especially Sigmund. They had a rough go of things for a few years, but it was hard to shake feelings for someone when you had such a deep ... Well, he wasn't sure what it was that they'd had. But Graham wasn't the best type of man for a pack. He didn't get along with Hunter at all, and honestly? He hardly got along with any of the other wolves.
So he took off on his own after he and Sigmund had decided to part ways once and for all. They always fell back together, so it was easier to just leave. And he found another wolf who he ended up traveling with sometimes. They tracked hunters who tracked their kind. They'd saved a lot of packs, and killed some hunters in their day, but what had to be done had to be done in Graham's opinion.
When he caught wind of the Cold Water pack being in trouble, he couldn't push down the familiar feelings of protectiveness. That was his pack, even if he wasn't actively there or a part of it. Two days later, and he was at Sigmund's door knocking. When a young man with tossled hair answered, Graham arched a brow.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asked the boy.
Casey just sort of blinked before he furrowed his brow and wet his lips. He hadn't expected that sort of greeting from the stranger at all.
"Um, my name's Casey, who are you?" he said in return.
"Where's Sigmund?" Graham asked as he pushed the human aside. It was still Sigmund's home. He could feel it... And mell the other wolf, too.
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| open to moon |
[27 Apr 2010|12:05am] |
Joshua was back, but Logan hadn't seen too much of the other boy. They were avoiding eachother like the plague, and that seemed to suit Andrew's fancy just fine. Logan wanted to talk to Josh, but he was stubborn and he'd be damned if he made the first move. He had a strong feeling that Joshua was just as stubborn, and this was something that could go on for a very long time.
As he slipped into the mainhouse, he headed for the kitchen, and he knew instantly that Joshua was there. He was making a sandwich for Julian who was settled on the floor at Josh's feet, playing with my little ponies. That almost gave Logan pause, and he arched a brow as he looked down at the little boy. Where the hell had he gotten little ponies? Shouldn't he have like, cars, or GI Joes?
Still, Logan didn't say a word. He just walked right past them and went for the basement so that he could go downstairs to see Moon. When he got down there, he was surprised to see Moon wasn't there. He knew Hunter must have taken him out, so he just sat down on the little cot and decided to wait for the boy to come back. When he got antsy, he went back upstairs, relieved to see that Joshua wasn't in the kitchen anymore and he decided to make himself a snack to eat.
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| open to quillan |
[26 Apr 2010|11:53pm] |
Kellen was a fighter, but he wasn't doing well. The only thing really keeping him going was the fact that he had to see his son again, he just had to. Kieran needed him. He had no mother, and while he had the pack, Kellen knew his son well enough to know that Kieran needed him. He was all ready worried sick about his son, having felt the panic and despair from his son easily. They were connected more than an average son and father were, and Kellen knew that Kieran was special like Wendell had suggested. He just wanted to get back to his son more than anything else in the world. In between shifts, which were restless and he couldn't move, he just tried to sleep. He would ask about Kieran every day, though, obviously more worried about his son than himself.
At the moment he'd dozed off. He was grimey, dirty and disgusting, and he wanted a shower. He felt like he was sick with something because he wasn't getting enough food, and his body was literally stealing nutrients from itself. He looked haggerd, and broken as he laid on the little bed, curled up and completely silent. He was strong, and strong minded. He wouldn't speak to anyone but Quillan because Quillan was the one person he felt like he could convince to help him.
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