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| Topic Started: May 10 2010, 03:09 AM (509 Views) | |
| Wolfsbane | May 10 2010, 03:09 AM Post #1 |
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Timeframe: April 23rd, @ 10:30 pm The runs with Jack were always very satisfying. They served to not only exercise the body, but also the soul. There was something very soothing to Rahne's lupine self to spend time with Jack - she was certain it was more a matter of pack instincts than anything else, but there it was. She liked spending time with the other werewolf. As they came to the end of the night's session, they slowed down, reducing the customary breakneck speed they tore through the forestry with to a steady jog. Rahne stretched back as they came to a stop, and then dropped forward, bracing her hands on her knees, breath fairly heavy. She looked back to Jack, a wide, toothy grin spreading across her wolflike face, a thin layer of sweat gathered in the fur on her face. "Well," she said, huffing out sharply as she stood up straight once more, a small shake of her body running down from head to shoulders to tail. "I think we're about ready t' take the route a wee bit longer, right? I mean, you may have troubles keepin' up, but I think I can whip ye into shape after too long." She winked as she teased. Naturally, she knew that Jack likely had significantly higher endurance than she did, but a tease was just that - a tease. |
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| Jack Russell | May 10 2010, 04:32 PM Post #2 |
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There were easy, straight paths in the woods, but on their run it seemed as though there wasn't a tree, log, or rock Jack didn't miss. He'd been pushing himself much harder the past few weeks, focusing as much of an exertion of energy as possible. The lycanmorph came to a panting stop next to Rahne, his crimson eyes searching ahead to some imaginary goal line drawn in the dirt. Well, I think we're about ready t' take the route a wee bit longer, right? I mean, you may have troubles keepin' up, but I think I can whip ye into shape after too long. Jack gave a subtle nod, trying to return himself to pull himself back to the present, his mind racing anywhere but. He'd been in a weird place since people started changing left and right, swapping personalities for ones that weren't their own. A sneaking suspicion gave Jack the feeling that something was in store for him next. It wasn't out of wild imagination that he surmised this. Tell-tale signs had been appearing; he admittedly found himself agitated and constantly restless. Jack thought he had been careful, and he'd been locking himself up downstairs a lot more, staring at the walls of his containment and just waiting. But nothing ever happened, and that was the part that worried him. "What? Oh.. I think.. I think I can keep up," he at last responded, his speaking skills having slowly improved from the brief conversations in his wolfen shape. The conversations were just that--short--as Jack seemed to like listening more than talking, embarrassed by the effort and frustration it took to form words. "Maybe we can.. add a few extra miles," Jack offered, logically trying to work out in his head some odd ratio of miles to his agitation. He shouted at a student yesterday, an action that caught him by surprise and left him profusely apologizing for some time, and he didn't even remember what he did it for. Jack wanted to express his fears to Xavier, but it seemed silly, and surely he could handle it--he was an adult. |
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| Wolfsbane | May 10 2010, 05:19 PM Post #3 |
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"Oh, ye think, do ye?" she chuckled, folding her arms at her chest and stepping over to him. She reached out and patted him on the back, since in all honesty, he was too tall her her to comfortably reach his shoulder. "Well, glad yuir up for it. 'Cause yuir startin' t' look a wee bit flabby, 'specially around the gut there... okay, okay, I'm kiddin', I'm kiddin'. Ye knew that, though. I'm sure ye did," she laughed a small, tiny laugh, knowing that her teasing was terrible - not terrible in the sense that it was mean and cruel, but more terrible in the sense that it was utterly baseless and in all likelihood just plain stupid. "An' I'm done f'r tonight. No more makin' fun o' ye... f'r now. Cross m' heart an' hope t' die an' all that stuff." She began making her way back towards the mansion, admiring as she always did the way it looked at night, lit up with various spotlights, moonlight glistening on the blades of grass, crickets singing their serenades to all who would listen. "So how was yuir day, Jack?" she finally asked, glancing back at him. There wasn't much talking done during the runs themselves, but Rahne insisted on it afterwards. |
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| Jack Russell | May 10 2010, 08:35 PM Post #4 |
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Well, glad yuir up for it. 'Cause yuir startin' t' look a wee bit flabby, 'specially around the gut there... okay, okay, I'm kiddin', I'm kiddin'. Ye knew that, though. I'm sure ye did. She laughed, and Jack offered a smile, one that managed to look less gruesome than the one he gave on the first night of their run. Rahne was good at distracting him from his inner turmoil, although she seemed to always be of cheery disposition in general. An' I'm done f'r tonight. No more makin' fun o' ye... f'r now. Cross m' heart an' hope t' die an' all that stuff. "Yeah yeah.. sure..," Jack rejoined as they started to walk back towards the institute. He wasn't so skilled at the banter, but he gave it a shot for her sake. He always liked the grounds better at night. Most students were asleep, and everything was quiet. It wasn't the eerie quiet of the basement levels, but a content silence, an absence of chaos and distraction. Jack would have been perfectly fine with no conversation so he could brood, but he knew Rahne's personality better than that. So how was yuir day, Jack? Jack was a bad liar; he fidgeted and gave himself away. "Oh it was okay..nothing.. interesting." he eased into the conversation, presuming in his mind revealing the partial truth wasn't lying. "I uh.. talked to my sister though. She's got finals coming up... says she wants to see me over the summer." He passed beneath a low branch and gently pushed it up so its tiny twigs wouldn't catch his ears. "I was down in the lower levels for most of the day so um.. yeah nothing exciting." Quickly, he took the end of his part and flipped it,"How was yours?" |
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| Wolfsbane | May 10 2010, 09:04 PM Post #5 |
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"What, ye dinnae trust me? Och, I'm hurt! Ye wound me!" she clasped her hands over her chest and staggered a bit as she spoke, feeling for some reason or another particularly silly. Which really, wasn't terribly outside of the ordinary for her. When in the mood, she was more than capable of hamming it up. "I promise, no more teasing tonight." She listened as he spoke, watched his various mannerisms. There was something there, of course. Something bothering him that he wasn't talking about. Well, she decided, best get t' the bottom of this one. "Ahh, yuir sister? Does she plan on visitin' us here? I do think I'd like t' meet her," she said, easing into it. Start off with something pleasant, easy to work with at first before trying to scratch at the surface. Jack, though not much one for saying what he felt at any given time, was nevertheless not terribly good at hiding his emotional state. Something was bothering him, and considering what had been happening of late, the consequences could be disastrous. "So... ye've been spendin' a lot o' time in the basement lately, haven't ye?" she folded her arms behind her back as she spoke, loping along idly as they made their way back towards the school, in no particular rush to get back. "Is everything alright? An' be honest with me, Jack. I cannae help if yuir nae straight with me." |
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| Jack Russell | May 11 2010, 04:29 AM Post #6 |
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Ahh, yuir sister? Does she plan on visitin' us here? I do think I'd like t' meet her. It was a sore subject--the relationship between Jack and his sister--and he winced at the thought of bringing his sister here. He wasn't abashed at his residential company, just uncomfortable about their superhuman status. "She... she uh doesn't know..," Jack almost interrupted, as if the words had been waiting for a long time to escape. With an open hand he gestured to himself,"Not about this." As steadfast and ambitious as Jack could be, he had the tendency to make things complicated out of sheer caution. Lissa had no mother nor father to speak of anymore, and removing further her from her only sibling would leave her only family connection to Philip and far-flung relatives across Romania. He wasn't sure how he had managed to keep the wool over her eyes for so long, as he had all the speaking eloquence of a nervous small child. Jack had managed to convince himself that it was because his baby sister trusted him resolutely. "She doesn't need to," he added, mostly to himself. There it was, the familiar agitation creeping across his skin. It wasn't the alarming slithering of tendons creeping across his bones, he'd had enough experience to know the difference between an episode and anxiety. Jack shook his head, distracting himself with a very human gesture of twisting his dog tags around his clawed fingers. So... ye've been spendin' a lot o' time in the basement lately, haven't ye? The tone in Rahne's voice suggested exactly what Jack figured she would gather from his words. Is everything alright? An' be honest with me, Jack. I cannae help if yuir nae straight with me. Skipping around the truth wasn't an option at this point, Rahne could see right through him. It was only natural, as they spent many of their evenings together. Jack found no joy in dropping his problems into Rahne's willing hands, but most of the things he encountered were things she could understand or was already familiar with. The urge to say 'nothing' and just brush it off gripped Jack heartily, but it would only make the walk back uncomfortable. "It's.. not what you think," he started, waiting for the rest of it to come to him in time. "I... feel like it's going to happen all the time. But I.. I go down in the basement and sit.. and nothing happens." In a different circumstance, Jack sitting in his containment cell and nothing happening would be a happy occasion, but instinct told him that things weren't right. He would be lying if he didn't admit he was a bit frightened; he didn't want to become someone else, especially if that someone else was eternally indignant. Jack was at a loss to explain his feelings into words, but Rahne knew what instinct felt like. "I just have... a bad feeling. It's like.. it's like when you're taking a test, and every answer is 'C', but you look at it and feel sick, like it shouldn't be that way.." |
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| Wolfsbane | May 11 2010, 05:17 AM Post #7 |
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"She doesn't? That's sad," Rahne said with a frown coming over her features. Sure, she didn't know the circumstances of Jack's family dynamics, and perhaps it was for the best if his sister didn't know, but Rahne still thought it sad. What if his sister was like him? Or would become like him? Assuming the sister was younger of course. "Well, what if she's got the mutant gene herself? I mean, usually when one kid's a mutant, so's the other... she may need t' know eventually," Rahne said with a shrug of her shoulders. She glanced over, eyebrows lifted as he begins to explain what he's been going through lately. His phrasing was vague, but it wasn't likely to construe things as good for him. "By 'it' ye mean... the usual 'it' or... the thing that's been goin' around lately? Like with Scott an' Bobby an' the others?" This could be bad. Granted, it could be bad any time there is a switch, but if it happened with Jack... they could possibly get someone more in control of his lupine tendencies... Or they could get someone significantly more feral - and that would be bad. That would be about as bad as it could possibly get. |
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| Jack Russell | May 13 2010, 09:19 PM Post #8 |
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Well, what if she's got the mutant gene herself? I mean, usually when one kid's a mutant, so's the other... she may need t' know eventually. Jack slumped his shoulders, trying not to think about it. It made him sick at heart to think about his sweet little sister turning into anything remotely like him. He almost damn near held his breath at Lissa's every birthday, watching, waiting, for any twitch or sound. "I'd fly her out here at a moment's notice... if it came to that.." Jack was grateful that the focus turned, even if it was on him. By 'it' ye mean... the usual 'it' or... the thing that's been goin' around lately? Like with Scott an' Bobby an' the others? He gave a grim nod as he watched the institute slowly grow larger as they kept walking. "The usual.. I mean.. I'm not um.. complaining or anything, maybe I'm just overly paranoid.." It was possible to lend his anxiety to a lack of episodes, making him wound up over nothing, but it seemed too coincidental to happen at the same time as all the other stuff going down. "It doesn't feel right I guess.." His hands twitched for pockets to hide in, but in his wolf form he had none, and Jack's vertebrae unraveled as his body shrank to its normal size, his large talons dissolving to modest fingernails as Jack returned to human form. He walked next to Rahne in silence after that, one hand seeking solace in a pocket while he casually plucked the purple bloom of a passing wandflower. Glowering eyes glittered scarlet in the shadow of the night, dipping and weaving up and around the trunks of trees. They were looking for him again, he could smell them; the forest reeked of polished leather boots and gun oil. Emil panted a silent cloud of condensation, the heat of the day had been gone for hours, turning the leaves and twigs cold underfoot. One ear swiveled to the right at a low, scrape of a foot over dirt. He dropped low and lurched straight up about fourteen feet, colliding quietly with the larger, steady branches of an oak. Unlike the humans' untrained eyes, Emil could see perfectly in complete darkness. They thought they were safe, camoflauged in the underbrush with greaspaint on their faces, when their silhouettes stood out like red shapes on a cool forest canvas. Emil's talons flexed into the bark of the tree, and his lips peeled back into a harrowing grin. In absolute silence, he crept closer, picking out the one nearest to him. It was only when he loomed directly above the heavily armed gunman did he shift his weight on the branch and give an intentional bounce. No sooner did it creak did he hear a gun cocking up in his direction before he dropped down on top of the gunman. Jack twirled the bloom between his fingers, his thumb touching the petals thoughtfully. "People um.. sometimes get the wandflower mixed up with wolfsbane, being the same color and all..." Funny how people managed to confuse something harmless for something completely deadly. And his body seized before he could continue, his vision going chilly and dark. Flicker. Jack slammed into the ground of an unfamiliar terrain, the sounds and smells distinctly familiar but alien compared to the ones he was used to. A loud bang! startled him to his feet, something smoking and searing hot burrowing into his shoulder as a figure rolled in the dirt. Fear and vexation gripped his heart, and Jack snatched up the offender by the throat, startling himself as bone crunched beneath his fingers. The word 'who' broke in his mouth as he saw he was holding a dead man with a gun. Starting to shake, Jack shook the man off and stumbled backwards, his gaze whipping around uneasily. His eyes were greeted with dark forest like the one he had just been standing in. But it wasn't the same, the temperature was different, the air was thick and Jack could smell the distant salt of the sea. And blood. He was only barely aware of the fact that his shoulder hurt. "Oh.. god..," he shivered. He'd never killed anyone, never intentionally, never like this. Emil lurched forward as his world seemed to tilt and change, hitting dirt much sooner than he expected. He jerked back and whirled about to face Rahne, his face twisted into a hard and cold expression. A low growl rumbled from Emil's chest at first, but stopped as something about Rahne seemed so familiar. What sort of trickery was this? Could it be? His stern coutenance almost softened. "Lissa...?" Flicker. It went cold again and Jack found himself staring face to face with Rahne and clawing at the shoulder of his t-shirt, scratching lines into his skin. The wandflower bloom was crushed into his hand, staining the calloused pad of his palm purple. He was still shaking, his expression wide-eyed and fearful. "Did you....? What... what was...?" Jack could barely manage words, the fingers of his hands still twitching from the memory of grinding bone into dust. |
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| Wolfsbane | May 13 2010, 10:02 PM Post #9 |
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"Well, if'n it does, ye've got my full support," Rahne said with a soft smile. Inside, she wondered what that would entail. Would she be like her brother? Another wolf? Or would it end up being more along the lines of the Maximoffs, siblings with powers completely unalike? She was certain her mother would know, or would be able to determine... but that really wasn't necessary to get Moira involved. "Even if, if my guess is right since she's takin' finals ye say, she's a bit too old f'r my class." She glanced over at him as he explained the turmoil he felt. Was it really the usual? Was it really his lack of control bubbling up? How could one tell? "Well, either way, I think we should be very careful," she said, her voice smooth and even, watching him as he shifted back into a humanoid form. She didn't feel the need to match him on that front, and so remained as she was. "It may be the usual, but... just in case, right?" Her heart couldn't help but jump a bit as he swooped down and plucked a flower mid-stride. Sure, it was a simple gesture, one that didn't require much effort, but she was certain he was plucking the flower for her and she couldn't help but swoon in the slightest bit. "Is that f'r me? Oh, Jack how sw-" she stopped short as he trailed off, and then lurched as if in pain. "Jack!" she cried out, and moved to support him, placing one hand on his back and other underneath, on his chest. When he looked back up at her, the expression on his face was utterly unfamiliar, and Rahne knew all too well what that meant. And when he called her by a name not her own, that clinched it. "Oh, Jack..." she sighed, a frown forming on her face. But just like that, just as soon as he was gone, he was back, confused, bewildered. A mix of relief and foreboding brewed in Rahne's chest. He wasn't gone like Scott and Bobby, but the chance was there, that he could go. "It happened, Jack," she answered him, glancing down momentarily at the pulp of the flower in his hand. "Who's Lissa?" |
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| Jack Russell | May 14 2010, 05:47 AM Post #10 |
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It happened, Jack. She sounded calm--was she?--like she'd gone through this before. Rahne probably had, but it was still scaring Jack shitless, unable to get the thought out of his head of what it felt like to grind bones together. Who's Lissa? He shook his head, trying to pull himself together; Jack had woken up in a pool of blood before, but he'd never been there for the act, making it harder to get out of his own head and actually pay attention. "M.. my sister, that's my sister's name.. did I say that?" Jack certainly didn't remember saying his sister's name out loud, but he could barely wrap his head around what happened let alone try to remember what he did and didn't say. He wanted to ask about ten different questions at once, but he wasn't very certain if he would want to know the answers or if he would like them. He jerked back from Rahne rather abruptly after he noticed how close they were, after he noticed that she was touching him. She was probably helping him certainly, in his moment of mental abstraction, but that didn't change the facts. "I.. I killed... someone.. I.. I think," Jack concluded blankly, looking down to the poor crushed petals in his hand and alarmed by the sight tried to brush them off. The weight of his words and reality (non reality?) would hit him eventually, but at the moment he seemed to be retreating back inside himself; the urge to panic was quelled beneath an urge to protect the people he cared about. Stepping back a few steps, Jack pushed a hand back through his hair, his fingers roughly tangling in his flaxen locks. "I'm probably.. not.. safe to be around right now," Jack murmured, looking towards Rahne with an expression mixed with absolute terror and almost sadness. He needed to get back to the institute, back to the basement and locked away. |
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| Wolfsbane | May 14 2010, 06:05 AM Post #11 |
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"Aye, ye did," she said with a solemn nod of her head, a little startled as he pulled away from her, but she didn't fight it, and pulled her hands away to avoid causing him any injury. "I think ye confused me f'r her... well, the other you did. An' seein' as how..." She gestured down to herself - she was still in her half-wolf form, body coated in reddish brown fur, face slightly distended, ears long and pointed, the works. She was half wolf and the other world's Jack confused her for his sister. She felt she didn't need to explain that any further. Rahne listened intently as he explained what had happened when he was over there - the other him had killed someone, and Rahne assumed that he got the none too pleasant experience of dealing with the after-effects of that. "Rubbish," she said, dismissing his attempt to get her to leave him alone. "If there was ever a time ye needed a friendly shoulder t' lean on, 'tis now, an' that's what yuir gettin'." She carefully scooted over closer to him, sitting down in the grass by his side. She may not have understood what was going on with all this reality hopping the people around her seemed to be going through as of late, but she was going to do her best to support the people she cared about through their trials. "So here I am, Jack," she said with a closed-lip smile. "Maybe it's time t' stop hidin' away from people when things get rough. We can help ye if ye let us. I can help ye." |
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| Jack Russell | May 16 2010, 04:08 PM Post #12 |
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Rahne confirmed the worst of his fears, ones that existed not yet in this world but in another. He knew already that he and his sister both were genetic mutts, but he hadn't expected that literal, physical manifestation to affect someone other than himself. It was nobody's fault; it was chalked up to chromosomes, plain and simple. His attempts to dismiss her weren't working, although he should have known better to expect anything different. Rubbish. If there was ever a time ye needed a friendly shoulder t' lean on, 'tis now, an' that's what yuir gettin'. She sat down next to him in the grass, only further affirming what she conveyed in her speech. Jack couldn't find the appropriate action to take next, whether to turn and bolt through the woods as fast and far as his legs could carry him, or to just sit and try to figure this out. So he gave into the latter, slumping to the soft, cool grass. So here I am, Jack. Maybe it's time t' stop hidin' away from people when things get rough. We can help ye if ye let us. I can help ye. It could have been his nerves or the aftermath of the whole situation, but he almost seemed to take offense at the words. "I'm not hiding," he countered almost immediately. The strength of his own words would have normally surprised Jack himself, but he wasn't sure what to think nor expect at this point. "I don't want you.. or.. or anyone to get hurt." Many people could say the same thing, almost like what deadbeat boyfriends said to their girlfriends when they didn't feel it necessary to commit. It was what the lead singer of a teenage boyband crooned into a microphone, that he was a good boy with a bad boy side. They didn't know the half of it--not a damn thing. Their version of a 'dark side' was someone who was cold and unfeeling, while Jack's was savage and merciless, the strength of almost thirty savage men in each bloodthirsty hand. "If... if that 'me'... that other guy is anything like I think--he's dangerous." Jack was serious, a sobering tenacity that went with the gravity of the situation. This wasn't the part where he broke down and confessed all the wrongdoings in his life and tearfully declared the truth of all people he'd 'hurt', when those people in hindsight were more attacked than hurt--they were dead. This was the part where he tried to look her in the eye as best as he could when he said these things. It was the part where Jack tried to give some substance to the awkward gap between them, that obligatory wedge he forced between himself and someone else. |
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| Wolfsbane | May 16 2010, 07:17 PM Post #13 |
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"I know that, Jack," Rahne said with a nod of her head as she placed her hand on his knee and gave it a light pat. "Ye dinnae want t' hurt anyone, an' that's very noble of ye. But wouldn't it be much better t' get yuirself to the point where ye dinnae need to lock yuirself up at all? Nae jus' f'r you, but f'r yuir sister too... if she really does turn out like you, like us maybe... wouldn't it be nice t' be able to show her that what you are doesn't have to be a bad thing?" She kept her hand on his knee, squeezing reassuringly. He was a damaged soul, and while Rahne was no psychiatrist, she did feel sympathy for him, did want to help him. After all, she was similar to him. She too was a wolf, but without his control issues, without his savagery. She felt almost obligated to help, having control when he did not. "An' besides, we dinnae know enough about the other you," she said, giving off a slight shrug. "There may have been a good reason behind what he did, what he was doing that we dinnae know. Besides... he thought I was yuir sister. I hardly think he'd hurt me if I reminded him of his sister." |
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| Jack Russell | May 18 2010, 04:08 PM Post #14 |
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Rahne patted his knee, seeming to understand and genuinely wanting to help. Ye dinnae want t' hurt anyone, an' that's very noble of ye. But wouldn't it be much better t' get yuirself to the point where ye dinnae need to lock yuirself up at all? Nae jus' f'r you, but f'r yuir sister too... if she really does turn out like you, like us maybe... wouldn't it be nice t' be able to show her that what you are doesn't have to be a bad thing? She had a point, she had lots of points, and there was no telling what Lissa would turn out like, if she turned out to be anything at all. Jack gave a grim nod, feeling almost silly for how easily she laid it out for him. But it wasn't as though these things hadn't crossed his mind, even if it were just for a moment. "I thought it.. was better this way, you know..," Jack offered, shaking his head and furrowing his brow. The words had sounded so much better in his head, and he wished he could reach out and grab them and stuff them back in his mouth. Her hand remained on his knee, squeezing softly. It was a simple gesture, but it was nice of her. An' besides, we dinnae know enough about the other you. There may have been a good reason behind what he did, what he was doing that we dinnae know. Besides... he thought I was yuir sister. I hardly think he'd hurt me if I reminded him of his sister. "Lissa's the only family I've got left," Jack mentioned, resting his shoulders against the trunk of the tree. "She's my baby sister..." The night was quiet, the only sounds in the night being their soft movement in the grass and the quiet chirping of crickets. It was funny how he called her his baby sister, when she was well into her teenage years. But it was hard to think of her as anything but, as his whole life changed when she was born, making him the big brother, not to mention she was small compared to him, probably no shorter nor smaller than Rahne. "She's been through so much. I guess.. I didn't want her to have to deal with something else." |
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| Wolfsbane | May 18 2010, 06:10 PM Post #15 |
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"An' maybe f'r a while it was," she spoke softly, gently. The evening was getting late, people were settling in for the night, and Rahne knew well enough to know that voices carried out here fairly well. Disturbing someone's sleep wasn't exactly something Rahne had any intention of doing. "But just imagine how much better it would be if'n ye could be free all the time, nae just free from a secure little room in a basement, but free from the urges that compel ye t' lock yuirself up in the first place. An' then bein' able to pass that lesson on down t' yuir sister, who just may need it? I mean, now that we have some evidence that she may possibly be a wolf too, I think ye may out t' her as well as yuirself t' beat this once an' for all." She glanced down at the grass and took a deep breath before continuing. "Besides, I miss ye when ye lock yuirself up like that. I quite like these little excursions of ours, an' I dunno... I like spendin' time with ye. It'd be... well, I guess it'd just be nice t' nae have those interruptions anymore." |
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