Driftwood Surge raw language

He didn’t know if the grey yearling was going to respond. In fact, he was prepared not to get a response. Had he been like this as a yearling? No—Lachesis had been a blubbering mess. Riddled with nerves and unable to form a coherent sentence to his unforgivable stutter. He hadn’t been this brooding. Perhaps he would have if Anastasia had chosen to leave him after they had joined Shade’s group in the south. Or maybe he’d be worse, as he’d grown quite dependent on the blue-eyed dove in his early years. He could still remember how torn up he had been after losing her on the mountains. While Mako’s situation differed, Lachesis could only imagine the feeling inside was similar. If it had not been for Risaela the moody teenager wouldn’t have stumbled upon the Surge; would he seek her out once the anger had subsided? He wouldn’t be angry with the yearling if that was the path he decided to take. It was something he had already (mentally) prepared himself for.

No, she’s not lost, he countered, the ghost of a smile appearing on his pale maw for the first time during their conversation. She knows exactly where she’s going. She usually does. Most days, anyway. If the grumpy duo south of the Surge decided to accept Risaela into their ranks Lachesis knew that she would be in good paws. He just hoped she found her place in the world, for she deserved to be happy after all of the tragedy she’d endured in her short life. She’ll be close by. Which means you can visit her. And tell her why it made you feel like shit. 

(This post was last modified: Apr 05, 2018, 06:27 AM by Lachesis.)

stick with those who stick with you

What was with old people and saying cryptic shit? Mako wanted to ask, did he know where Ris was going, or was Mako supposed to take that statement metaphorically? But for whichever way Lachesis had intended it, he had added with surety that she would be close by. Close enough to visit, to talk to, and sort out whatever this was. 

Mako nodded slightly. The knot in his throat subsided slightly, the burning behind his eyes calmed into a dull ache. Something settled in his chest. It wasn't perfect but it held for now, like an imperfect tetris piece having fallen into place, yet leaving a gap of open space. It would hold for now, and he could figure out the rest later. Even if she'd left, he could still find her, talk to her, figure out why she'd left, why exactly he didn't matter enough for her to tell him. And he'd accept her answer either way. Lachesis had taken worse over his years, and it hadn't broken him yet. Mako would get through this, too.

Amber dark eyes softened slightly, the stiffness in his shoulders deflating. "Just--" he began, his dry tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth. "Thanks for hearing me out. You, uhh-- you didn't have to do that, but, thanks." Mako rambled, eyes fixed on Lach's chin for sake of not knowing exactly where to put them.

feel free to add on a fade or achive here! @Mako

It appeared that Lachesis had temporarily smoothed things over, but he did not know how long it would last. Swaying moods came with being a teenager; he did not suspect that Mako would feel better about Risaela’s absence until he spoke to her personally. There was only so much the Stark could do to smooth things over. In the meantime, however, he could act as a distraction. Offer some advice and tame the boy’s disgruntled thoughts. He gave another shrug in response to the younger male’s gratitude, a soft smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. It’s my job to, he mused, his ears cupped forward as he motioned for the boy to follow him with a flick of his nose. You any good at fishing? Let’s see if we can find something for the caches. When the boy was ready he could venture south to see Risaela. Until then Lachesis would do his best to keep him occupied and prevent his thoughts from taking a negative route. 

stick with those who stick with you