Post by Red Moon on Jan 14, 2009 14:53:30 GMT -8
"Not mine.."
A black plate went crashing into the wall of Lorien's kitchen, shattering to pieces. Since he'd come to this place, nothing's felt right. Everything is exactly as it should have been. Same house, same bed, same job. But not the same.
"It's too cold, here!"
Another black plate met the wall in a crashing end. On the stove, water boiled for tea, but Lorien wasn't in the mood for tea anymore. he wanted his life back; his world, his job, his house.
"This is NOT my HOUSE, DAMNIT!"
A glass flew through the air at once and made contact with the far wall of the house, after passing through an archway into another room. Lorien found it symbolic of his own existence. He looked so cool flying through the air, shining in the lights, And when he came to a door, what did he do? I left them. I left them ALL behind! Consequences be damned! Now, Lorien found his life much like the glass, which now lay in pieces on the white carpet in the next room. It wasn't the house his disliked, though. Afterall, it was exactly the same as his old house. Everything was exactly the same. But what was the point now? Without Luc ...it was meaningless. Such a large house. Ghost Claw would be satisfied with a large room, a couch and a fireplace. what was Lorien supposed to do with eight rooms? He sat down on the black marble floor of his kitchen and reached for a low cabinet beneath the counter. he took a bottle of cognac camus XI from inside, twisting the lid.
That wasn't the only thing that was missing now, wasn't it? Dane... Dad...
"Father..."
Lorien looked deep inside that bottle of cognac and could already feel the liquor on his tongue; soothing, calming. It made him feel sick. Soon, that too, was sent crashing into the wall, spilling onto the marble floor of his kitchen. A headache began to take him, and Lorien touched his face and head. He found that he'd been crying, though exactly when he couldn't remember. Nothing was as it seemed at all. Certainly others would feel right at home, THEY didn't have so much to lose. Dad... how can I do this without you? He knew very well, he'd never officially met his father, at least not that he ever knew about. But he supposed he knew now that he'd always been watching him, so did he need him or didn't he? Lorien couldn't tell. But he wanted him back.
The sound of boiling water picked Lorien off his feet, and he poured himself a cup of the cheapest tea he owned, unsure of whether he'd bring himself to drink it or not. He stepped over the broken glass and dishes on the floor and came to sit in his reading room, where Ghostclaw lay on the couch. She rose, only to lie again on his lap as he sat down, placing the cup on the side table. Her white fur was soft underneath his fingers, and he found comfort in knowing at least she was still here. Not at the least... if Ghostclaw had also disappeared from his life, Lorien knew he couldn't be strong. He loved her most of all. This cold world around him the only thing which warmed his heart was her gentle purr, as he stroked her downy fur. He scratched her head and she flicked her ear in response, as if telling him The neck. The neck. He obliged, smoothing the fur of her back and neck, causing her to rumble with her purring.
Given a moment of warmth and thought, Lorien began to wonder about his brother, Rudy, whose lover he had lost. But how could he ever talk with him about that. They'd barely even learned of each other. Surely he was just as baffled by the thought as he was. But Rudy could be strong, couldn't he? Lorien thought about this for a moment before deciding he couldn't; Merely pretend to be strong. But would he blame her or try to find her, and even then, which "Avery" would he find? That's a dumb question, He immediately decided. He'd obviously try to find the one he loved, like Lorien would like to find his Real father. But what could they do, the door was closed, connections severed. He took a contemplative sip of his tea, setting the cup down in his other palm before continuing this train of thought. He'd calmed down considerably by now and thought most heavily on the other world and his brother, but mostly the other world.
If they'd managed to find their way, twice, to the world with the werewolves... There had to be a way back. Back to his father, Back to Luc and Avery, Back home. And he'd find it. It was his destiny to find it. But first, he decided, he'd need to find Rudy. He was sure his brother was feeling quite lost, more so than himself. Yes, this was the path he'd take. Ghostclaw let out a mew of complaint that he had stopped stroking her fur, and he set down his tea again and resumed.
But I won't take it. he decided, finally. Not without my brother.
A black plate went crashing into the wall of Lorien's kitchen, shattering to pieces. Since he'd come to this place, nothing's felt right. Everything is exactly as it should have been. Same house, same bed, same job. But not the same.
"It's too cold, here!"
Another black plate met the wall in a crashing end. On the stove, water boiled for tea, but Lorien wasn't in the mood for tea anymore. he wanted his life back; his world, his job, his house.
"This is NOT my HOUSE, DAMNIT!"
A glass flew through the air at once and made contact with the far wall of the house, after passing through an archway into another room. Lorien found it symbolic of his own existence. He looked so cool flying through the air, shining in the lights, And when he came to a door, what did he do? I left them. I left them ALL behind! Consequences be damned! Now, Lorien found his life much like the glass, which now lay in pieces on the white carpet in the next room. It wasn't the house his disliked, though. Afterall, it was exactly the same as his old house. Everything was exactly the same. But what was the point now? Without Luc ...it was meaningless. Such a large house. Ghost Claw would be satisfied with a large room, a couch and a fireplace. what was Lorien supposed to do with eight rooms? He sat down on the black marble floor of his kitchen and reached for a low cabinet beneath the counter. he took a bottle of cognac camus XI from inside, twisting the lid.
That wasn't the only thing that was missing now, wasn't it? Dane... Dad...
"Father..."
Lorien looked deep inside that bottle of cognac and could already feel the liquor on his tongue; soothing, calming. It made him feel sick. Soon, that too, was sent crashing into the wall, spilling onto the marble floor of his kitchen. A headache began to take him, and Lorien touched his face and head. He found that he'd been crying, though exactly when he couldn't remember. Nothing was as it seemed at all. Certainly others would feel right at home, THEY didn't have so much to lose. Dad... how can I do this without you? He knew very well, he'd never officially met his father, at least not that he ever knew about. But he supposed he knew now that he'd always been watching him, so did he need him or didn't he? Lorien couldn't tell. But he wanted him back.
The sound of boiling water picked Lorien off his feet, and he poured himself a cup of the cheapest tea he owned, unsure of whether he'd bring himself to drink it or not. He stepped over the broken glass and dishes on the floor and came to sit in his reading room, where Ghostclaw lay on the couch. She rose, only to lie again on his lap as he sat down, placing the cup on the side table. Her white fur was soft underneath his fingers, and he found comfort in knowing at least she was still here. Not at the least... if Ghostclaw had also disappeared from his life, Lorien knew he couldn't be strong. He loved her most of all. This cold world around him the only thing which warmed his heart was her gentle purr, as he stroked her downy fur. He scratched her head and she flicked her ear in response, as if telling him The neck. The neck. He obliged, smoothing the fur of her back and neck, causing her to rumble with her purring.
Given a moment of warmth and thought, Lorien began to wonder about his brother, Rudy, whose lover he had lost. But how could he ever talk with him about that. They'd barely even learned of each other. Surely he was just as baffled by the thought as he was. But Rudy could be strong, couldn't he? Lorien thought about this for a moment before deciding he couldn't; Merely pretend to be strong. But would he blame her or try to find her, and even then, which "Avery" would he find? That's a dumb question, He immediately decided. He'd obviously try to find the one he loved, like Lorien would like to find his Real father. But what could they do, the door was closed, connections severed. He took a contemplative sip of his tea, setting the cup down in his other palm before continuing this train of thought. He'd calmed down considerably by now and thought most heavily on the other world and his brother, but mostly the other world.
If they'd managed to find their way, twice, to the world with the werewolves... There had to be a way back. Back to his father, Back to Luc and Avery, Back home. And he'd find it. It was his destiny to find it. But first, he decided, he'd need to find Rudy. He was sure his brother was feeling quite lost, more so than himself. Yes, this was the path he'd take. Ghostclaw let out a mew of complaint that he had stopped stroking her fur, and he set down his tea again and resumed.
But I won't take it. he decided, finally. Not without my brother.
