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flint_garouWhat you need to hear.
18 February, 2012
The moon is in the waning Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (22% full).
It's stopped raining, but it's still freezing outside. And the cold follows Devon inside like a little lost puppy. It's late when Ahroun lets himself inside, and there's evidence of burrs clinging to his jeans and jacket cuffs. He waves to the Walker on duty after closing the door behind him, then strips off his jacket as he moves further into the lobby.
Flint has camped out on the corner of the couch, a large cup of coffee most of the way empty in his hands. The boy is humming, sometimes singing, more of the tune than he'd managed to recall earlier but not entirely all of it yet. He stops abruptly, mid-bar, though, pulling his jacket a little more about him as Devon enters. "Hey Devon-rhya," the cub offers in greeting.
"'Sup," Devon replies with a nod to Flint. His jacket is slung over the back of a chair as his head tips toward the laundry room. "There still coffee in there?"
"Yes," Flint answers. "About half a full pot of coffee, even." The cub grins a little. "I made a second pot of coffee and all, so there's plenty." He still taps his fingers in time with whatever melody that he still hears, even if Flint has since stopped the singing.
"Great," Devon mumbles to himself, though it sounds pleased, turning to fetch himself a cup of coffee. "What's that you've been singing," he asks over his shoulder, from within the laundry room.
Flint shrugs regardless of whether or not the Ahroun can see him. "Dunno," he offers. "Haven't asked Kavi-rhya what it is yet. Just something I half-remember, and parts of it that I just figured out because they make sense."
"Something you half remember," Devon echoes. He comes back out of the laundry room, mug in hand. A sip of the bitter black liquid is taken before he crosses the room to the seating area. "What's that mean, you saw it in a dream or something?"
Flint shakes his head. "No, just sometimes I remember things. Songs a lot more than other things," Flint says. "It's nothing big, or anything. Annoying sometimes, and sometimes I wish I could make it shut up, but whatever." That said, the boy hums the melody again, pausing after a bit when he loses the tune, shrugs. "Anyway. 'Sup?"
"Oh." Devon looks at Flint for a long moment, the kind of look one would give a strange, never before seen creature, before shaking his head. "Nothing. Went for a long run, feeling kind of homesick." He sinks into the chair with his coat and takes another sip of coffee.
"Ah," Flint says, another shrug before he picks up his own coffee. There's an attempt at understanding in the boy's posture and manner, but homesickness just isn't something the cub actually does get.
"Yeah." The Ahroun looks at his coffee. "That Theurge, Nieve, knew my parents. One of their friends I guess." He shrugs after a moment then looks at the cub. "Just something… Probably makes me a freak amongst the crazy people here, missing home."
Flint shakes his head. "Who's to say," the boy offers. "I just dunno, myself."
"You don't miss it though," Devon says, question rising into his tone. "Yours wasn't all that great, if I were to guess from what you said. Got to be better here for you, than it was there."
At that, the cub nods. "You're right, Devon-rhya. I don't miss it." Flint pauses. "When I. When I ran away Thursday night," and there's a pause, "she'd gone on with some boyfriend or other. Leaving here—the only home I have pretty much—that was stupid of me."
Devon nods slowly. "Yeah, was pretty stupid of you. Not just for your sanity, but because shit could've happened and you're still a cub." He drains the rest of his cup, then sits back, letting the mug rest on his knee. "Also pretty childish. Not that I'm innocent of being childish sometimes."
"I know," Flint says. "And I feel bad for doing so, now, and all. And now, Riley's angry with me and Kavi's angry with me and people. People worried. And I shouldn't've, even if I was being impulsive and childish." The cub looks at his lap the whole time he speaks, before looking back over to Devon a moment.
"Told you this place was better than whatever you had out there," Devon states. "And they're not angry with you. They were worried and it's coming off as angry. You're not a fuck up, Flint. Just a cub."
Flint nods, slowly, hands wrapping around the now-empty mug in his lap. "Guess so," he says, acceptance of the Ahroun's words and not merely for their face value. "Not a mistake I'm'a make twice, anyway. I didn't mean to make anyone worry." For the most part, the cub just sounds like he already feels guilty for what happened, and regrets it. "And I really am sorry about telling you to fuck off."
"Learn and move on," Devon says, standing, cup in hand. "Stop dwelling on it and beating yourself up over it." He walks to the laundry room with his cup, intending to rinse it out. "As for telling me to fuck off, there's a time and place I'll expect it. When I'm trying to be helpful isn't one of them."
Flint laughs, quietly, still sitting on the couch and turning his empty cup in his lap. "I'm kinda good at beating myself up over stuff, I guess," the boy says, half self-deprecating in tone, turning to watch through the door.
Devon rinses his cup carefully setting it out to dry for later use. "Yeah, you're great at it," he agrees. "But knock it off. There's bigger things you could be putting your attention on. Getting ready for your Rite of Passage to start with. Should be about that time for you. And the Bawn, craziness out there."
"Yes, Devon-rhya," Flint offers, with a grin, in response to being told to knock it off. "I am. Will." A pause. "Guess I just needed to get the stupid out of my system, or something."
"We all get stupid sometimes," Devon explains as he goes for his coat. "It'll piss you off, make you hate me," he continues as he pulls his coat on. "But Flint, you can trust I won't tell you what you don't need to hear. Like I said the other night, after that wolf showed up, you got to keep it together when shit goes down. You showed you could at Revel, and then you lost it here. Shouldn't matter if you're here or outside, you don't lose your shit."
Flint nods, once again slowly. "I know," the boy acknowledges. Not seemingly pissed off by it at all, this time. "And not bottle stuff up all the way so much that I lose it, like Riley said, too." His voice cracks and breaks in the middle of the sentence, and he lifts the mug to take one last sip from it, as if it might help, then clears his throat.
Devon makes a sound, something that could be an agreement or disagreement. He at least acknowledges the cub's words. "Anyway. I'm going out to Edgewood tomorrow, so I'm going to grab some sleep. I'll see you later, Flint."
"Sleep well," the boy offers, leaning back into the couch. "Seeya, Devon-rhya."
18 February, 2012
The moon is in the waning Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (22% full).
It's stopped raining, but it's still freezing outside. And the cold follows Devon inside like a little lost puppy. It's late when Ahroun lets himself inside, and there's evidence of burrs clinging to his jeans and jacket cuffs. He waves to the Walker on duty after closing the door behind him, then strips off his jacket as he moves further into the lobby.
Flint has camped out on the corner of the couch, a large cup of coffee most of the way empty in his hands. The boy is humming, sometimes singing, more of the tune than he'd managed to recall earlier but not entirely all of it yet. He stops abruptly, mid-bar, though, pulling his jacket a little more about him as Devon enters. "Hey Devon-rhya," the cub offers in greeting.
"'Sup," Devon replies with a nod to Flint. His jacket is slung over the back of a chair as his head tips toward the laundry room. "There still coffee in there?"
"Yes," Flint answers. "About half a full pot of coffee, even." The cub grins a little. "I made a second pot of coffee and all, so there's plenty." He still taps his fingers in time with whatever melody that he still hears, even if Flint has since stopped the singing.
"Great," Devon mumbles to himself, though it sounds pleased, turning to fetch himself a cup of coffee. "What's that you've been singing," he asks over his shoulder, from within the laundry room.
Flint shrugs regardless of whether or not the Ahroun can see him. "Dunno," he offers. "Haven't asked Kavi-rhya what it is yet. Just something I half-remember, and parts of it that I just figured out because they make sense."
"Something you half remember," Devon echoes. He comes back out of the laundry room, mug in hand. A sip of the bitter black liquid is taken before he crosses the room to the seating area. "What's that mean, you saw it in a dream or something?"
Flint shakes his head. "No, just sometimes I remember things. Songs a lot more than other things," Flint says. "It's nothing big, or anything. Annoying sometimes, and sometimes I wish I could make it shut up, but whatever." That said, the boy hums the melody again, pausing after a bit when he loses the tune, shrugs. "Anyway. 'Sup?"
"Oh." Devon looks at Flint for a long moment, the kind of look one would give a strange, never before seen creature, before shaking his head. "Nothing. Went for a long run, feeling kind of homesick." He sinks into the chair with his coat and takes another sip of coffee.
"Ah," Flint says, another shrug before he picks up his own coffee. There's an attempt at understanding in the boy's posture and manner, but homesickness just isn't something the cub actually does get.
"Yeah." The Ahroun looks at his coffee. "That Theurge, Nieve, knew my parents. One of their friends I guess." He shrugs after a moment then looks at the cub. "Just something… Probably makes me a freak amongst the crazy people here, missing home."
Flint shakes his head. "Who's to say," the boy offers. "I just dunno, myself."
"You don't miss it though," Devon says, question rising into his tone. "Yours wasn't all that great, if I were to guess from what you said. Got to be better here for you, than it was there."
At that, the cub nods. "You're right, Devon-rhya. I don't miss it." Flint pauses. "When I. When I ran away Thursday night," and there's a pause, "she'd gone on with some boyfriend or other. Leaving here—the only home I have pretty much—that was stupid of me."
Devon nods slowly. "Yeah, was pretty stupid of you. Not just for your sanity, but because shit could've happened and you're still a cub." He drains the rest of his cup, then sits back, letting the mug rest on his knee. "Also pretty childish. Not that I'm innocent of being childish sometimes."
"I know," Flint says. "And I feel bad for doing so, now, and all. And now, Riley's angry with me and Kavi's angry with me and people. People worried. And I shouldn't've, even if I was being impulsive and childish." The cub looks at his lap the whole time he speaks, before looking back over to Devon a moment.
"Told you this place was better than whatever you had out there," Devon states. "And they're not angry with you. They were worried and it's coming off as angry. You're not a fuck up, Flint. Just a cub."
Flint nods, slowly, hands wrapping around the now-empty mug in his lap. "Guess so," he says, acceptance of the Ahroun's words and not merely for their face value. "Not a mistake I'm'a make twice, anyway. I didn't mean to make anyone worry." For the most part, the cub just sounds like he already feels guilty for what happened, and regrets it. "And I really am sorry about telling you to fuck off."
"Learn and move on," Devon says, standing, cup in hand. "Stop dwelling on it and beating yourself up over it." He walks to the laundry room with his cup, intending to rinse it out. "As for telling me to fuck off, there's a time and place I'll expect it. When I'm trying to be helpful isn't one of them."
Flint laughs, quietly, still sitting on the couch and turning his empty cup in his lap. "I'm kinda good at beating myself up over stuff, I guess," the boy says, half self-deprecating in tone, turning to watch through the door.
Devon rinses his cup carefully setting it out to dry for later use. "Yeah, you're great at it," he agrees. "But knock it off. There's bigger things you could be putting your attention on. Getting ready for your Rite of Passage to start with. Should be about that time for you. And the Bawn, craziness out there."
"Yes, Devon-rhya," Flint offers, with a grin, in response to being told to knock it off. "I am. Will." A pause. "Guess I just needed to get the stupid out of my system, or something."
"We all get stupid sometimes," Devon explains as he goes for his coat. "It'll piss you off, make you hate me," he continues as he pulls his coat on. "But Flint, you can trust I won't tell you what you don't need to hear. Like I said the other night, after that wolf showed up, you got to keep it together when shit goes down. You showed you could at Revel, and then you lost it here. Shouldn't matter if you're here or outside, you don't lose your shit."
Flint nods, once again slowly. "I know," the boy acknowledges. Not seemingly pissed off by it at all, this time. "And not bottle stuff up all the way so much that I lose it, like Riley said, too." His voice cracks and breaks in the middle of the sentence, and he lifts the mug to take one last sip from it, as if it might help, then clears his throat.
Devon makes a sound, something that could be an agreement or disagreement. He at least acknowledges the cub's words. "Anyway. I'm going out to Edgewood tomorrow, so I'm going to grab some sleep. I'll see you later, Flint."
"Sleep well," the boy offers, leaning back into the couch. "Seeya, Devon-rhya."