09-27-2012, 11:35 PM
((awww, Skye shot him down. Lol. And hooray for evil amount of posts? Lol))
She took his hand, and he clung to it. He wasn't broken forever. A warm meal and sound sleep would cure what ailed him, though the emotional scars would remain a long time. He followed her lead as they walked. Every now and then something familiar would catch his eye. The couch he frequently napped on, the cover torn and matted with mud. A picture that had been gifted to him, the canvas torn, the oil paint washed away from it. His life had fallen down around him. Literally.
Was this how Rhiannon chose to punish him? Guilt flooded him, guilt over Liam, over Sky, over Gemma. Was this storm sent to teach him... Teach him what? The anguished thought slipped away as a familiar calico cat poked her head out and yowled plaintively. He tugged lightly at Skye's hand, pointing to Sheba. In seconds he had scooped up the protesting feline and held her to his chest. Her kittens were two months old, hopefully Esther had kept them safe whoever the old Luperci and her cats had taken refuge. Tal reached out again for the leader as she finished guiding him through the rubble of his home.
As she looked over the flooded square, he glanced back at the ruins of his house. Anguish welled up in him. His herbs, his poultices, his tinctures... His books. All gone. His sketch book, his journal. Gone. After a moment, he turned forward. At least his giggles had stopped.
She took his hand, and he clung to it. He wasn't broken forever. A warm meal and sound sleep would cure what ailed him, though the emotional scars would remain a long time. He followed her lead as they walked. Every now and then something familiar would catch his eye. The couch he frequently napped on, the cover torn and matted with mud. A picture that had been gifted to him, the canvas torn, the oil paint washed away from it. His life had fallen down around him. Literally.
Was this how Rhiannon chose to punish him? Guilt flooded him, guilt over Liam, over Sky, over Gemma. Was this storm sent to teach him... Teach him what? The anguished thought slipped away as a familiar calico cat poked her head out and yowled plaintively. He tugged lightly at Skye's hand, pointing to Sheba. In seconds he had scooped up the protesting feline and held her to his chest. Her kittens were two months old, hopefully Esther had kept them safe whoever the old Luperci and her cats had taken refuge. Tal reached out again for the leader as she finished guiding him through the rubble of his home.
As she looked over the flooded square, he glanced back at the ruins of his house. Anguish welled up in him. His herbs, his poultices, his tinctures... His books. All gone. His sketch book, his journal. Gone. After a moment, he turned forward. At least his giggles had stopped.