(p)romise that was broken

Jefferson Soul · 08-07-2011, 07:30 PM

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He knew that smell in the air, that reek of Sawtooth. Jefferson would never forget that stench, whether mixed with Deuce's stink or with the thick scent of blood, in which he had seen to it Lucifer died. The cyclops knew well that the Sawtooth scent on the air no longer meant immediate danger and concern, though it still bristled his fur and sharpened his senses to alert. Deuce would not dare show her face in the land she abandoned, and most of Lucifer's children had died. All that was left, really was Noah, or so Jefferson knew.

Jace had visited a few weeks in the past, somewhat distraught in her own ways. As she should be, he supposed; the brute realized well he had thrust the Valleymen into a situation they were uncomfortable with, but weren't they surviving? Ichika would treat them better than the Valley ever had, but surely if Noah took after his horrid father in any way at all, the boy would have something snide or negative to say about the change. Had he and Noah ever even talked after the cyclops slaughtered the boy's father?

He wanted to be left alone. He didn't need more scoldings or tales of ineptitude, no matter who they were from or who they were about. He rose when Noah fell into his view, the man hobbling his way to the edge of the porch and raising his head high, confident, relentless. Something burnt in his green gaze. "What do you want?" he muttered when the boy drew near. Close as they had been, this was not his home anymore... and Jefferson no longer had anything to offer him but uselessness and an extra burden.

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