More vampire problems.
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flint_garouYou just can't leave.
2 December, 2012
The moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (73% full).
Flint's got a book and his laptop today, the two things that he's using to occupy himself while he keeps company—and watch over—his packmate. Even though the conversation of earlier has lapsed, Flint's still attentive, half his attention on Ky at all times.
Ky is probably the greatest reason for the lapse in conversation. Of late he's been prone to wandering thoughts or turning disinterested. He hasn't touched his beloved sketchbook in the last couple of days that anyone has seen. Always it's found appearing unmoved from its place near the door. The shaking has gotten worse, hands trembling so bad he can hardly hold a fork during the times anyone's gotten him to eat. And today, a light sheen of sweat covers his brow and the top of his peach-fuzzed head. "Flint," he says, fingers curling into the wires of the cage.
Flint closes the book and sets it aside, concern furrowing his brow, and crosses over to set the chair closer to the cage. "You're doing great," he assures Ky, voice quiet. "There's some food here when you want it."
Ky croaks out a laugh as he turns to lower himself onto the floor. "I don't want it." He pries his fingers free and tucks them under his arms. His knees draw up toward his chest. "I want to go home. Just let me out so I can go to the Vault."
Flint barely has to count mentally, looks over at Ky, and shakes his head. "Nope," Flint says, very firmly. "Sorry, Ky, but no."
Ky turns away from Flint, head rolling and scraping against the side of the cage. He picks himself up off the floor and walks toward the door, where he grabs the bars of the cage. "Flint."
"It's been a week," Flint says, quietly, shaking his head once more, then shoving his hair out of his face. The galliard doesn't get up yet, though, just looking at his packmate. "And you. You need to eat, some point today."
Ky rattles the cage once, a forceful shake intentionally done. "No. I don't want to eat."
Flint shrugs his shoulders. "'kay," is all he says, leaning forward, hands on his knees. There's nothing else said, just a grim determination. The tension in the galliard's manner is evident, too, though he's not disturbed by the noise. "You don't have to like it, but for now we're staying here. Tomorrow's another day, but for today you stay here."
Ky kicks the cage, venting a final burst of rage before turning to go back to the bunk he's been using. "I want to talk to Nik-rhya," he states as he drops onto the bunk.
The galliard nods. "I'll let Lex know," is the appeasing statement. "He challenged, so he's. Probably. D-doing that, and all." Another shrug. "But, I. I'm sure, Lex is keeping him in the loop. He can. Come here. Any time." There's an unspoken statement that the galliard won't let the Shadow Lord elder contradict the choices that have been made as to where Ky stays, though.
Flint glances at his packmate. "You don't have to stay in there," he points out. "You just can't leave."
2 December, 2012
The moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (73% full).
Flint's got a book and his laptop today, the two things that he's using to occupy himself while he keeps company—and watch over—his packmate. Even though the conversation of earlier has lapsed, Flint's still attentive, half his attention on Ky at all times.
Ky is probably the greatest reason for the lapse in conversation. Of late he's been prone to wandering thoughts or turning disinterested. He hasn't touched his beloved sketchbook in the last couple of days that anyone has seen. Always it's found appearing unmoved from its place near the door. The shaking has gotten worse, hands trembling so bad he can hardly hold a fork during the times anyone's gotten him to eat. And today, a light sheen of sweat covers his brow and the top of his peach-fuzzed head. "Flint," he says, fingers curling into the wires of the cage.
Flint closes the book and sets it aside, concern furrowing his brow, and crosses over to set the chair closer to the cage. "You're doing great," he assures Ky, voice quiet. "There's some food here when you want it."
Ky croaks out a laugh as he turns to lower himself onto the floor. "I don't want it." He pries his fingers free and tucks them under his arms. His knees draw up toward his chest. "I want to go home. Just let me out so I can go to the Vault."
Flint barely has to count mentally, looks over at Ky, and shakes his head. "Nope," Flint says, very firmly. "Sorry, Ky, but no."
Ky turns away from Flint, head rolling and scraping against the side of the cage. He picks himself up off the floor and walks toward the door, where he grabs the bars of the cage. "Flint."
"It's been a week," Flint says, quietly, shaking his head once more, then shoving his hair out of his face. The galliard doesn't get up yet, though, just looking at his packmate. "And you. You need to eat, some point today."
Ky rattles the cage once, a forceful shake intentionally done. "No. I don't want to eat."
Flint shrugs his shoulders. "'kay," is all he says, leaning forward, hands on his knees. There's nothing else said, just a grim determination. The tension in the galliard's manner is evident, too, though he's not disturbed by the noise. "You don't have to like it, but for now we're staying here. Tomorrow's another day, but for today you stay here."
Ky kicks the cage, venting a final burst of rage before turning to go back to the bunk he's been using. "I want to talk to Nik-rhya," he states as he drops onto the bunk.
The galliard nods. "I'll let Lex know," is the appeasing statement. "He challenged, so he's. Probably. D-doing that, and all." Another shrug. "But, I. I'm sure, Lex is keeping him in the loop. He can. Come here. Any time." There's an unspoken statement that the galliard won't let the Shadow Lord elder contradict the choices that have been made as to where Ky stays, though.
Flint glances at his packmate. "You don't have to stay in there," he points out. "You just can't leave."