and you're sure you've hurt for so long

you've got nothing left to lose

POSTED: Tue May 05, 2015 9:42 pm

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Last edited by Mercier Benoit Voclain on Wed Jul 08, 2015 3:13 am, edited 5 times in total.
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by kodi(expect a billion more by him oops)


The small man had plenty of time to gather himself and his thoughts. Soon after he'd settled he dug out the necklace safely tucked away underneath his scarf and gingerly unhooked the clasp on the well-kept, shining silver chain. The charm itself was also in fantastic shape... as if the dog had spent plenty of time keeping both the chain and it's delicate golden wing neatly polished. It had become such an ingrained habit by this point in his life he thought nothing of it when he'd idly taken the necklace off to clean; his mind more subconsciously thinking of the one that gave the gift to him rather than it being on the forefront of his mind. That didn't mean he'd forgotten the blonde.
Mercier had the quiet peace all to himself. His mind continued to replay the events of his past from the moment he and his team had arrived on the man's territory to confront he and his gang until the moment he'd bitterly left in the night. While playing with the charm necklace with gentle, delicate fingers, he wondered why he had kept the thing. He didn't even understand his own feelings and thinking back it only caused more distressing confusion on why he hadn't done things he wouldn't have hesitated to do with anyone else. Maybe John was just lucky that way. Maybe it had been pity because he'd been so annoyingly dumb and doofy. Maybe it was simply to repay the Russian brute for sparing him instead of slaughtering him. Merc just didn't know.
The only sounds you could hear was the now distant rumbling of the storm that had either gone further out to sea or made landfall down the coast a ways. The wind was still rough and every now and then the odd whistle caught his attention, causing gray eyes to snap up from his trinket and toward the creaking door that was just barely hanging onto it's terribly rusted hinges. He lifted a single hand from it's protective grasp on the necklace to softly scratch at his pink nose; eyes searched the darkness for any precious details on the shadowed form of the unconscious, sleeping giant. He was resting decently and the French dog made sure not to move or make any noise that could wake him up. He didn't think he was ready to deal with him face-to-face quite yet.
Hours passed and soon the sun would rise over the ocean and light the room in beautiful pastel rays. But that was about an hour away from now, giving the canines a little while longer of comforting darkness. Only the subtle sound of teeth chattering from John's side of the room caught his attention. Only the dog's eyes moved to look toward him rather than turning his head any small amount. Silence remained as the wolfdog raised himself from his laying position, sounding awfully pathetic doing so. A snide remark played in his mind that didn't echo out of his mouth.
It was almost as if he froze in place when blue eyes made contact with his own; they narrowed and he clenched his jaw. Really the only detail of John's face he could appreciate in the dull darkness was the shine of those brilliant sky-colored doors. It chilled him and caused his heart rate to raise, at the same time ruining whatever peace of mind he'd managed to slowly regain over the night. Mercier clenched and unclenched the left side of his jaw repeatedly, staring for many uninterrupted moments before he finally forced himself to glance away toward the necklace now clasped tightly in his brown hands.
"How did your dumb ass manage to wash up here?" It was almost as if Merc spoke just to break that awkward silence that felt so unbearably heavy, just to hear his voice even though he knew John might not have an answers. With his luck he'd give some stupid reply... but he'd rather have that than the deafening quiet that made his hot cropped ears pound with every beat of his anxious heart.
lay your world on me; i can take the weight


This area had such supple hunting and fishing that Mercier had decided to camp here for a while. In the mean time, between catching himself some fresh food, he scouted around looking to pick up Shaamah's scent. At some point he'd smelled it on the breeze, but it was so faint he couldn't follow it or really tell which direction it was coming from. Of course he could go around hollering for his hulking companion, but he didn't exactly want to attract the unwanted attention of someone sociable and nosy. He resigned himself to simply looking for a fresh meal to spoil himself with and thus moved to exit the thick layer of trees that lay between him and the open fields ahead.
It was the soft, high bleat of an animal that stopped him from continuing on. In the distance he heard odd frantic whistles. Cropped ears tipped forward curiously as the dog quickly found the source of the sound and the reason why there was so much noise nearby. A small sheep-- a lamb, bright and red-- and he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't tempted to kill it. But he didn't steal from anyone who didn't deserve it. He slung his bow over his shoulder to make sure it didn't look like he was about to kill that stranger's poor lost Little Bo Peep; he had no intentions of starting trouble with the person who was obviously searching for the animal they'd lost.
Mercier moved carefully toward the little lamb, moving slowly and offering gentle, quiet clicks of his tongue to try and soothe it and keep it from running at the sight of a dark stranger. The least he could do was make sure the thing didn't go get eaten by a bear or another hungry wolf looking for a good veal meal. He reached out his hand to let the baby inspect it before gently placing it on it's head, then the other softly on it's shoulders. It let out a high-pitched bleat that he hadn't been expected and caused him to jump. The dog urged it to be quiet with a shh.
The Frenchman became quickly aware of the presence of the shepherd who the lamb belonged to. And he didn't exactly looked thrilled with some random tiny little dog man being so close to it. Mercier tried his best to look nonthreatening as he silently urged the baby to turn toward her master and go over to him, coaxing as gently as he could. He patted it on it's curly-wooled rump before colorless eyes turned back to the fluffy-headed boy. "You should keep a closer eye on this one." Yes, his way of being friendly was giving obvious advice. But at least he was attempting instead of walking away without a word.
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