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With the day as busy as it had been, Alyssum was surprised she had managed free herself a few spare moments by herself. She had been going about like a bee in a sea of flowers, and it seemed that she did not have one moment of peace, except for those one few bubbles of time that she could relax in. The intervals were short lived and far in between, though, so whenever they came, they were usually spent quickly on the side of the courthouse near the gardens by her lonesome, where she would rest and try to catch a breather and reflect on various thoughts.
She struck a match and lit the end of the butt, and sighed as the calming essence of the clove smoked through the air, and occasionally took a small breath of cigarette, watching the fire flare for a moment and then dim. After getting it properly going, she slid down onto her seat and leaned against the wall, and looked up at the sky and the other things around her. She supposed that she had enough free time to sit there comfortably and let the scenery take over her attention for a couple of minutes before she had to return to her duties, and so she did. With the smell of clove floating and the quiet babble of the nearby stream, Alyssum was easily lulled into peace, and soaked up the suspension of time.
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The journey to Cercatori had been a shambles. But what did he care. Skye was nothing but a whore and the pups were nothing but bastards. And his father. Well... He didn't know what to think of him any more. The man he'd once fear and respect had do so much wrong (at least in Tony's mind that Tony was considering that maybe he didn't deserve it? As a leader, yes. But perhaps not as a father or a man. And Alyssum. Tony was unsure of her as it stood. She'd gained leadership and mateship quickly which was odd to say the least. His family. The one he was born into was imperfect. This was unavoidable. An absent mother, a 'womanising' father, a sister who was a stoner and a brother which was both of the former. His brother was a killer (though Tony didn't believe it had been on purpose) and Fia wasn't to be seen either. But the family he had created. Neela. Luca. Isla. Grynn. Callum. They were absolutely perfect in every way. .irontony-text {padding:0px 10px;} .irontony i {color:#ffffff; font-style:italic;} .irontony b {font-weight:bold; color:#cd1111; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.2em 0.2em 0.2em #d7cb12; } .irontony {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#34053b; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 0e1e08.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:330px 0px 6px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#ffffff; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #34053b;} </style> [/html]
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Ochre eyes glanced over Alyssum. Still unsure of her. Though it was more suspicion than because she'd actually done something to offend or annoy him. The fact that she'd joined and then become mated with his father in a short space of time seemed... Odd to him, almost. He often wondered if she'd been screwing Jazper jsut for a promotion and then got caught up in her own façade. But this was almost too far fetched to believe, even for Tony. After a moment, he offered up a regularly pleasant smile to his step mother (it felt weird even thinking it), taking his usual wide strides towards where Alyssum stood. 'Ey...' he mumbled softly, looking down to his step mother. He shrugged when she spoke of his kids, 'Eh' he prefixed as a dry chuckle escaped his throat. 'Okay, ah thin'. Wouldn' let me see 'em f' ages. Was five a' firs' 'parently. But... Uh... Aye...' Tony shrugged again, adding a shake of his head. 'Two girls, two lads now though...' he beamed softly, smiling down to Aly again. 'Neela's okay. Ah thin', but shaken...' .irontony-text {padding:0px 10px;} .irontony i {color:#ffffff; font-style:italic;} .irontony b {font-weight:bold; color:#cd1111; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.2em 0.2em 0.2em #d7cb12; } .irontony {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#34053b; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 0e1e08.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:330px 0px 6px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#ffffff; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #34053b;} </style> [/html]
09-27-2012, 07:52 PM
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It was strange for Tony, having never known of any kind of situation similar to this, to be suddenly immersed into it. He regarded Alyssum as family more than he did Skye and her bastard children. And he assumed the same would be for any pups that came of Alyssum and his father's mateship. That was another strange thought, but surprisingly it didn't faze him nor anger him any more. Now that he was a father himself with other things to worry about aside from his own father's crap, he found himself caring less. But the business with Skye was still a sore spot for Tony to say the least. 'Guess tha' makes y' some sorta Grandma then...' Tony muse quietly, a thin grin sneaking itself onto his maw. When the conversation switched to him, he shrugged. 'Aye. Ah'm okay. Sick 'a this arm an' all'. He gestured to his arm, the broken arm. His left one. There was still no feeling in it after all this time, but it's movement was getting much better. It wasn't as if he couldn't do anything with one arm, he was still useful. .irontony-text {padding:0px 10px;} .irontony i {color:#ffffff; font-style:italic;} .irontony b {font-weight:bold; color:#cd1111; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.2em 0.2em 0.2em #d7cb12; } .irontony {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#34053b; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 0e1e08.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:330px 0px 6px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#ffffff; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #34053b;} </style> [/html]
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Tony shook his head with a chuckle. Ochre eyes peering down at Alyssum, full of childish humour. 'Fine! Fine! Bu' y'know...' he sucked in air dramatically, 'Y' are. An' y' better get used to it. Lil' Cal'll be callin' his Gra'ma in jus' a few weeks'. He picked Callum as an example, because he could definitely see him doing that. Luca, not so much. Luca was too mature, even at this tender age, too polite. Too perfect. Tony smiled fondly to himself, clearing his throat before moving on with the conversation, nodding along with the arm comment. Ochre eyes darked slightly, and Tony gave Alyssum a childish shrug. 'I'unno' he mumbled, looking up but avoiding his stepmother's gaze. It was easier to think of her as just another member of the family and not some woman younger than his own mate boning his own father. He shuddered, but it was well masked by a well timed gust of wind. 'S'pose 's better than tha' whore he knocked up fr'm tha' other pack...' Tony scowled softly, turning to Aly after a moment and giving her a soft, awkward smile. .irontony-text {padding:0px 10px;} .irontony i {color:#ffffff; font-style:italic;} .irontony b {font-weight:bold; color:#cd1111; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.2em 0.2em 0.2em #d7cb12; } .irontony {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#34053b; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 0e1e08.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:330px 0px 6px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#ffffff; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #34053b;} </style> [/html]
10-15-2012, 11:34 PM
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White teeth flashed in a bemused smile, 'Mhm' came his verbal agreement, shadowed with humour as he sniggered and relaxed against a wall. 'Least y' get t' be a betta Gramma than ma Ma...' he pointed out, this time there was a hint of irritation and sourness in his voice. He couldn't even bring himself to think of her. She'd caused so much strife in his younger days, what with the argument with Lorenzo and her overall 'not being here ness'. He supposed that was why he'd bowed his head to his father's mateship choice rather than argue it seriously. Naturally, he'd been cautious of the idea, understand Alyssum would be no replacement. But it was worth a shot. Things changed, and Tony bristled. 'Whatever' he mumbled, 'She's a whore, and they're bastards. Not Knights'. His voice remained level, but there was power and edge behind his voice. 'Any real siblings I have will have to come from you if they want to be accepted'. Alyssum was mated to his father, and therefore truly family, despite sharing no blood. She was as close as a mother to him as his true mother was in regards to the way he processed things. 'I don't care if she's y' friend. Y' keepin' bad company' Tony continued, 'An' ah'll say want ah want. Demoted me, I don't care. Jus' a rank. Got everythin' special to me at home'. .irontony-text {padding:0px 10px;} .irontony i {color:#ffffff; font-style:italic;} .irontony b {font-weight:bold; color:#cd1111; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.2em 0.2em 0.2em #d7cb12; } .irontony {width:500px; margin:0 auto; background-color:#34053b; background-image:url(http://i910.photobucket.com/albums/ac30 ... 0e1e08.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding:330px 0px 6px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#ffffff; word-spacing:.2px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.1px; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #34053b;} </style> [/html] |