[M] - the devil's playground.

Barrett · 02-19-2012, 07:50 PM

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gl;wejaf;la Sorry for the long-ass wait again and the depressing nature of this post >> I tried to emphasise that his thoughts shouldn't be apparent to them IC, but I don't think I could realistically play this without addressing these concerns and finding some way for him to dissociate from it all x__x

Life was never static, but most changes developed gradually. When day-to-day life settled into a comfortable routine, it was especially easy to fall prey to an illusion of constancy. Even key events or developments, sufficiently temporally or spatially removed, were taken for granted. Only as he sifted through three.. four.. five month old memories was he struck by how much truly happened since those mild, star-lit evenings in late July: he renounced his citizenship in Crimson Dreams and wandered far and wide, crashing around Inferni, Anathema, and even Ichika no Ho-en; a fruitful trip to Freetown became the springboard for expansion of his little empire; his kids grew from blind, squeaking lumps into vivacious boys with three very distinct personalities.

His friends did not prove immune to time's passage, either. Ezra gained a son and lost a wife in the chaos of war, and it appeared Sage was an exile. While he was grateful she found another home — and deep down, felt the peaceful pack better befit her gentle spirit — he was perplexed by her brief account. He couldn't imagine her committing an offence great enough to merit expulsion, and for the first time, he questioned Ezekiel's judgement. This alone unsettled him; although the excitement around Halifax kept him from visiting the tawny Aquila often nowadays, not so long ago, the cousins were reasonably close. He felt torn and wished deeply for more information, but found he could only grimace.

Their reunion — much like the nostalgia it inspired — was then bittersweet. Fortunately, the uplifting effects of the marijuana kept him from getting completely mired in melancholy. He offered a feeble wag of his tail and cast her a sympathetic smile. Ichika's a nice place, he remarked, tone warm with compassion. He caught her eye as if to say We can talk more later, then peered back to the crackling flames.

Though he did not miss Ezra's hungry gaze or the provocative movements of Sage's hand, he found himself unable to process the information. There weren't many women that struck his fancy in a way more profound than base physical attraction, and the coyote hybrid was one of them. A pang of jealousy ripped through his heart, but even then, he knew it was hypocritical and unwarranted. Just barely could he count on one paw the women he'd bedded since they met; he truly believed he had no right to feel anything. His next hit was accordingly a deep one. He closed his eyes and disconnected. Only then was he able to enjoy the warmth of the fire and her light, friendly touches. When his eyes opened again they were alight with some intense primal presence, but Barrett himself was remarkably distant.

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