[Forsaken] September Challenge
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writing_shadowsIt's early morning and the table's set. An early breakfast to see Jayne off for the day, to her meetings and schedule as she saves the world one layer of bureaucracy at a time. Sometimes it's odd to be mothering the one woman who is more like a mother to all of us... maybe even the Old Man and that's just a bit weird. The calm centre of our little family who always has a kind word, a balm to sooth every wound whether that be physical or emotional. She's the one who's always looking after us so it's only right that I try and make sure I set her up for the day all proper.
It's early afternoon and the table's set. A light lunch but Xenophon won't be here for long more than likely, he never is really. So much to do and it always seems like he never has time to stop for more than a few minutes at a time... sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be of more help if he stopped more often and shared the vast wealth of his knowledge, but you know there's no telling the Old Man that... sometimes you just can't tell the Old Man anything. Still, when it comes to the font of all ancient woogie shit he's your... werewolf. Never an easy man that one and even after oh so many years I don't really think I know him half as well as I should. If only he didn't sometimes remind me of Dad I'd love him even more.
It's evening and the table's set. Having everyone's round the table for dinner is always a goal for me but so rarely does it occur, tonight it's just my big brother demolishing the fuel he'll need to keep going through the night's patrolling. Always a fun balance with Jay to make sure it's got enough energy to cope with all the roof-running and 'leet ninja skills' (when words like that slip into my thoughts, and it seems to happen more and more of late, it just makes me miss Ben all the more. What is he doing? Does he have good things to eat on the table? Someone to talk to? Warm place to sleep? Makes me want him home.)... but not slow him down any. I'm worried that he's getting quieter and darker after every time the night swallows him. Silent and deadly is our Jay's way of doing things but when did he start to be this cold? I'm scared for my big brother... and I'm scared that if this keeps up I might end up being one day afraid of him. But what can I say? All I do is send him off with a kiss on the cheek, just like last time, just like always.
It's late and the table isn't set. I've got the baking out to cool as I wait for Kaer to get home and occupy myself with cleaning and tidying so I don't get the chance to fret. It's not like he isn't a grown killing machine himself but that's not always the point. In the short time we've been family we've gotten closer than I expected. He's the one that's usually around the house and like to talk things over, so I be as good an ear to him as I can even if I don't understand half of it and keep the snacks stocked when required. A smart one that and I dream of being a fraction so eloquent. Wish I could keep all the logic chains he's got juggling but my head hurts just trying. Finally he's home and it's got to be said he's not quite himself, still I'm not prying on anything wrong and instead we talk about the fight and the perils of Rahu who don't stick to plans. We don't mean to be so awkward you know, it's just we get... involved maybe? Think with our adrenaline, our heart and soul. Sometimes the head doesn't get the look in it should but I'm trying and I try to understand his frustrations. At least fresh cookies make it better.
It's early and I'm setting the table again. Without thinking I lay out the mats for everyone even though they'd never all been sat here, or anywhere, together. Janesca and Cailleach, Jay and Ben. Templeton and Kaerlud, Xenophon and my spot. The head of the table's just waiting for Richard to get home. That one I leave where it is as I reset for the number actually home but I think about each one. Those I swore to look after as best I could. My family.
It's early afternoon and the table's set. A light lunch but Xenophon won't be here for long more than likely, he never is really. So much to do and it always seems like he never has time to stop for more than a few minutes at a time... sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be of more help if he stopped more often and shared the vast wealth of his knowledge, but you know there's no telling the Old Man that... sometimes you just can't tell the Old Man anything. Still, when it comes to the font of all ancient woogie shit he's your... werewolf. Never an easy man that one and even after oh so many years I don't really think I know him half as well as I should. If only he didn't sometimes remind me of Dad I'd love him even more.
It's evening and the table's set. Having everyone's round the table for dinner is always a goal for me but so rarely does it occur, tonight it's just my big brother demolishing the fuel he'll need to keep going through the night's patrolling. Always a fun balance with Jay to make sure it's got enough energy to cope with all the roof-running and 'leet ninja skills' (when words like that slip into my thoughts, and it seems to happen more and more of late, it just makes me miss Ben all the more. What is he doing? Does he have good things to eat on the table? Someone to talk to? Warm place to sleep? Makes me want him home.)... but not slow him down any. I'm worried that he's getting quieter and darker after every time the night swallows him. Silent and deadly is our Jay's way of doing things but when did he start to be this cold? I'm scared for my big brother... and I'm scared that if this keeps up I might end up being one day afraid of him. But what can I say? All I do is send him off with a kiss on the cheek, just like last time, just like always.
It's late and the table isn't set. I've got the baking out to cool as I wait for Kaer to get home and occupy myself with cleaning and tidying so I don't get the chance to fret. It's not like he isn't a grown killing machine himself but that's not always the point. In the short time we've been family we've gotten closer than I expected. He's the one that's usually around the house and like to talk things over, so I be as good an ear to him as I can even if I don't understand half of it and keep the snacks stocked when required. A smart one that and I dream of being a fraction so eloquent. Wish I could keep all the logic chains he's got juggling but my head hurts just trying. Finally he's home and it's got to be said he's not quite himself, still I'm not prying on anything wrong and instead we talk about the fight and the perils of Rahu who don't stick to plans. We don't mean to be so awkward you know, it's just we get... involved maybe? Think with our adrenaline, our heart and soul. Sometimes the head doesn't get the look in it should but I'm trying and I try to understand his frustrations. At least fresh cookies make it better.
It's early and I'm setting the table again. Without thinking I lay out the mats for everyone even though they'd never all been sat here, or anywhere, together. Janesca and Cailleach, Jay and Ben. Templeton and Kaerlud, Xenophon and my spot. The head of the table's just waiting for Richard to get home. That one I leave where it is as I reset for the number actually home but I think about each one. Those I swore to look after as best I could. My family.
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Date: 2009-09-14 07:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-14 12:02 pm (UTC)(Yes, she could just walk back through the door. We left it that open. I suspect Janesca would break apart if she did. Which would be fun to play.)