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flint_garou) wrote2012-07-26 02:01 pm
flint_garou) wrote2012-07-26 02:01 pm
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Blood.
What need brought it out?
26 July, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (52% full).
Flint's not in the breakroom this afternoon, but the door to his apartment is open. There's a decidedly empty space in the wall of drawings and sketches, and the teen's settled halfway laying down on his bed, with a board that's got a blank piece of paper, 18x20" taped to it, and he's chewing on the end of the pencil rather than actually drawing. Headphones are in, music is on, the teen seems to be doing whatever he can to stay relaxed.
Nieve has been absent a lot lately. In and out to take care of her duties, but away other than this, and silent about her activities. Not like any of the other Garou are going to question her, really. Still, she's come upstairs now, ostensibly to fetch something from her room, pausing by Flint's open door to peer inside.
Flint glances up, pencil and drawing set aside, and gives the adren a nod. A kind of shaky nod, as he pulls earphones out. "Hi, Nieve-rhya."
"Requiem," Nieve greets quietly, leaning against the door frame with arms crossed. "How's it goin'?" she asks, her gaze intently searching.
The cliath pushes himself to sit upright, and there's a long pause. "Mostly alright?" Flint offers in response. It's half question, not entirely certain, and then Flint sighs. "I don't know, really. Lot of stuff lately. I. I'm starting to get bored, staying and. That. But I. I'm trying, to. Keep busy."
"Not such a great start for someone claimin' to be Unfettered," Nieve acknowledges, blinking slowly and straightening, motioning to the room in general. "C'n I come in?"
Flint grimaces and nods. "I. Kavi-rhya said, can't leave until the. Vampire's dead. I promised," the boy explains, very quietly. "I. I promised, live by my word."
"I ain't sayin' that's a bad thing," Nieve replies. "But drinkin' a vampire's blood? That's bad. That's th' way to slavery an' no mistake," she clarifies, apparently having dealt with wampires before.
The boy winces again. "I didn't know," Flint says quietly. "I. I didn't even, know she's a leech. Until Rina said. She. Magnifying glass, crap. There was, a lot of blood." He traces fingers down the inside of one arm, idly and unconscious even of the motion. "I know it's bad. My. Ancestors haven't shut up, I can't make them shut up."
"Where did all the blood come from?" Nieve asks, coming into the room and closing the door behind her. "Has anyone else tried cleansin' you yet, as per Kavi's request?"
Flint pulls his knees to his chest and takes a deep breath, then shakes his head. "Most of it, was. Me, I wasn't. I… shouldn't have but I needed to?" he says. "No. Not yet."
"Why?" It's a simple question, Nieve comes to perch on the foot of the bed, still studying the cliath. "What need brought it out?"
The boy's silent for a long moment, and glances over at Nieve. "Nothing else works, makes things slow down so that, words. All… just, everything, was making it worse and. I needed to. To bring everything under control and all." Flint's words are tentative, a little nervous, shame and guilt lacing his tone.
Rising, the adren approaches, and then without really much in the way of a by-your-leave, reaches out to hug Flint. Quite determined about it, too.
Flint doesn't move away or back, and leans against Nieve a little. The tight control that's kept his composure breaks, and his arms wrap around his knees tighter, head bowed. "I didn' know," he repeats quietly. "I just wanted to make things, slow down, okay. She. She…" the words trail off.
Nieve, she's got strong arms. They're good for hugging, and she cradles the younger Garou against her, rocking just gently, letting the cliath talk or not as he needs to.
He's silent for a long time, and the few things he says aren't entirely coherent. Something about blood, words, broken words, didn't mean to, sorry. It goes on before Flint finally quiets against Nieve, breathing more steadily. "Still kind of feel, like I. Like I need to," he adds, quietly. "But Kavi-rhya said, only. Only supervised, that, too." The guilt's still in his voice.
"Be a wolf for a while. Time flows differently. Your thoughts become less human, less modern," Nieve offers quietly, having let the Cliath ramble as long as he wanted to. "Less complicated. Less fast. Do the things that comfort the wolf; hide under the bed, chew a bone, savage a plushie. They do help."
Flint nods, unwrapping his arms from his knees finally but not pulling away from Nieve. "And… cleansing?" he asks, voice quiet, uncertain. "Were. We going to try that? Will it… will it help?"
"Can do. I don't know." There's a simple truth there, and Nieve rises. "Tomorrow. Come across the hall to my apartment. We'll do it then."
26 July, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (52% full).
Flint's not in the breakroom this afternoon, but the door to his apartment is open. There's a decidedly empty space in the wall of drawings and sketches, and the teen's settled halfway laying down on his bed, with a board that's got a blank piece of paper, 18x20" taped to it, and he's chewing on the end of the pencil rather than actually drawing. Headphones are in, music is on, the teen seems to be doing whatever he can to stay relaxed.
Nieve has been absent a lot lately. In and out to take care of her duties, but away other than this, and silent about her activities. Not like any of the other Garou are going to question her, really. Still, she's come upstairs now, ostensibly to fetch something from her room, pausing by Flint's open door to peer inside.
Flint glances up, pencil and drawing set aside, and gives the adren a nod. A kind of shaky nod, as he pulls earphones out. "Hi, Nieve-rhya."
"Requiem," Nieve greets quietly, leaning against the door frame with arms crossed. "How's it goin'?" she asks, her gaze intently searching.
The cliath pushes himself to sit upright, and there's a long pause. "Mostly alright?" Flint offers in response. It's half question, not entirely certain, and then Flint sighs. "I don't know, really. Lot of stuff lately. I. I'm starting to get bored, staying and. That. But I. I'm trying, to. Keep busy."
"Not such a great start for someone claimin' to be Unfettered," Nieve acknowledges, blinking slowly and straightening, motioning to the room in general. "C'n I come in?"
Flint grimaces and nods. "I. Kavi-rhya said, can't leave until the. Vampire's dead. I promised," the boy explains, very quietly. "I. I promised, live by my word."
"I ain't sayin' that's a bad thing," Nieve replies. "But drinkin' a vampire's blood? That's bad. That's th' way to slavery an' no mistake," she clarifies, apparently having dealt with wampires before.
The boy winces again. "I didn't know," Flint says quietly. "I. I didn't even, know she's a leech. Until Rina said. She. Magnifying glass, crap. There was, a lot of blood." He traces fingers down the inside of one arm, idly and unconscious even of the motion. "I know it's bad. My. Ancestors haven't shut up, I can't make them shut up."
"Where did all the blood come from?" Nieve asks, coming into the room and closing the door behind her. "Has anyone else tried cleansin' you yet, as per Kavi's request?"
Flint pulls his knees to his chest and takes a deep breath, then shakes his head. "Most of it, was. Me, I wasn't. I… shouldn't have but I needed to?" he says. "No. Not yet."
"Why?" It's a simple question, Nieve comes to perch on the foot of the bed, still studying the cliath. "What need brought it out?"
The boy's silent for a long moment, and glances over at Nieve. "Nothing else works, makes things slow down so that, words. All… just, everything, was making it worse and. I needed to. To bring everything under control and all." Flint's words are tentative, a little nervous, shame and guilt lacing his tone.
Rising, the adren approaches, and then without really much in the way of a by-your-leave, reaches out to hug Flint. Quite determined about it, too.
Flint doesn't move away or back, and leans against Nieve a little. The tight control that's kept his composure breaks, and his arms wrap around his knees tighter, head bowed. "I didn' know," he repeats quietly. "I just wanted to make things, slow down, okay. She. She…" the words trail off.
Nieve, she's got strong arms. They're good for hugging, and she cradles the younger Garou against her, rocking just gently, letting the cliath talk or not as he needs to.
He's silent for a long time, and the few things he says aren't entirely coherent. Something about blood, words, broken words, didn't mean to, sorry. It goes on before Flint finally quiets against Nieve, breathing more steadily. "Still kind of feel, like I. Like I need to," he adds, quietly. "But Kavi-rhya said, only. Only supervised, that, too." The guilt's still in his voice.
"Be a wolf for a while. Time flows differently. Your thoughts become less human, less modern," Nieve offers quietly, having let the Cliath ramble as long as he wanted to. "Less complicated. Less fast. Do the things that comfort the wolf; hide under the bed, chew a bone, savage a plushie. They do help."
Flint nods, unwrapping his arms from his knees finally but not pulling away from Nieve. "And… cleansing?" he asks, voice quiet, uncertain. "Were. We going to try that? Will it… will it help?"
"Can do. I don't know." There's a simple truth there, and Nieve rises. "Tomorrow. Come across the hall to my apartment. We'll do it then."