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THE NIGHT ALWAYS FEELS SO LONG;; open - gift - trojan g. - 02-07-2021
Sweeney felt like she was overwelcoming her stay here in Tanglewood. No one had told her any such thing - as if she'd let them - but she still couldn't help but feel as though she was intruding in some way. She wasn't actually a member of Tanglewood, despite her being put within a buddy system with Els by Aurum in the last meeting, so she simply was just here, pretending to like it. Pretending for Atticus and for Moth. The main two members of the swampdwellers that she liked, the rest she just tolerated for the time being. Eventually she knew that things would go back to how they were before when the Pitt was an enemy to Tanglewood and all of this would end. She wanted to make sure her mark was put on the place before she left it, wanted to make sure that she would forever be remembered and have something in the city of Tanglewood to remember her by before she left. So when she finally got to hear about how Moth died, aboit how her old home was in ruins she had her idea.
Of course Sweeney saw how cramped Moth's current home was. It had three animals living in it at all times for the moment, and it seemed as though with how many members of the group were showing up at the border injured practically forcing their way into the group in order to be healed, the little one bedroom house was constantly stuffed with the scent of other animals. It was just too small. It deserved to be torn down it was so pathetic. But for some reason Moth loved it, so, for now, Sweeney let it stand. She was sure that one day the Pitt would raid Tanglewood once more, and even if it was three years into the future the kitsune would be sure to be there, just to knock down the little building that was a piss poor excuse for a house.
She had told Atticus her plan when Moth had been out collecting herbs, and then they had left. Sweeney made sure to leave a note behind for Moth, telling her to visit the old rubble of the house she had lived in before, and knew that with how long it took Moth to walk around the territory to collect herbs that they would be done before she got back. She hoped they'd be done anyway, she could dream. With the help of her friend telling her how he remembered the house to look, eventually, it was done. The house was back to how it had been, put back together almost exactly how it had been before, the only differences being some wood that was used or the way the bricks fused together. Nothing could be perfect. But Sweeney was exhausted. She hadn't thought that using her powers as much as she had in that day would be so draining. A migraine split into her skull and her nose bled, vision blurry she laid down on the porch of the house, waiting for the medic to come see their handywork.
Of course Sweeney saw how cramped Moth's current home was. It had three animals living in it at all times for the moment, and it seemed as though with how many members of the group were showing up at the border injured practically forcing their way into the group in order to be healed, the little one bedroom house was constantly stuffed with the scent of other animals. It was just too small. It deserved to be torn down it was so pathetic. But for some reason Moth loved it, so, for now, Sweeney let it stand. She was sure that one day the Pitt would raid Tanglewood once more, and even if it was three years into the future the kitsune would be sure to be there, just to knock down the little building that was a piss poor excuse for a house.
She had told Atticus her plan when Moth had been out collecting herbs, and then they had left. Sweeney made sure to leave a note behind for Moth, telling her to visit the old rubble of the house she had lived in before, and knew that with how long it took Moth to walk around the territory to collect herbs that they would be done before she got back. She hoped they'd be done anyway, she could dream. With the help of her friend telling her how he remembered the house to look, eventually, it was done. The house was back to how it had been, put back together almost exactly how it had been before, the only differences being some wood that was used or the way the bricks fused together. Nothing could be perfect. But Sweeney was exhausted. She hadn't thought that using her powers as much as she had in that day would be so draining. A migraine split into her skull and her nose bled, vision blurry she laid down on the porch of the house, waiting for the medic to come see their handywork.
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Re: THE NIGHT ALWAYS FEELS SO LONG;; open - gift - trojan g. - 02-07-2021
[align=left]there's a chip on my shoulder *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Although Moth had gone every morning to collect and take care of the herbs around Tanglewood, she seemed to like it more and more. It got her out of her house and kept her mind off of doting on her son, and it made it so she could get to know how the plants around the swamp were growing, something she had never gotten to do before. When she had simply been a warrior in the group she mainly stayed away from the plants, unsure of how they worked and scared of causing them to die in some way and ruin something that Selby had been working on, and when she had become a medic for the first time, she had only used the herbs that were already readily available to the group, either being picked by Selby or in the garden that he had grown. But they were both gone now and so she had to do things on her own, she had to learn.
When she had come back to her little house that evening, she had freaked out a little bit. It wasn't normal for both Atticus and Sweeney to be gone out of her house, and she hadn't expected them to be gone. She would have thought they would have told her before she left for the morning. Then she saw the note and a sigh of relief left her, until she read where they were and where they were expecting her to go. It took a little bit of time with Moth trying to convince herself to go before she would do so, scared of why they were there, but she was glad that she had done so when she finally made it there.
The sight caused her to stop in her tracks, shock written all over her face.
She hadn't expected there to be a house standing there. She hadn't expected for her home to be there once more, the home she had carefully picked out with Selby, the one she had painstakingly moved everything into, where she had given birth to her children. And then she saw Sweeney and she quickly rushed to the girl's side, saying nothing but a soft thank you to the other as she tended to her the best she could. She had no words that would express how she felt.
When she had come back to her little house that evening, she had freaked out a little bit. It wasn't normal for both Atticus and Sweeney to be gone out of her house, and she hadn't expected them to be gone. She would have thought they would have told her before she left for the morning. Then she saw the note and a sigh of relief left her, until she read where they were and where they were expecting her to go. It took a little bit of time with Moth trying to convince herself to go before she would do so, scared of why they were there, but she was glad that she had done so when she finally made it there.
The sight caused her to stop in her tracks, shock written all over her face.
She hadn't expected there to be a house standing there. She hadn't expected for her home to be there once more, the home she had carefully picked out with Selby, the one she had painstakingly moved everything into, where she had given birth to her children. And then she saw Sweeney and she quickly rushed to the girl's side, saying nothing but a soft thank you to the other as she tended to her the best she could. She had no words that would express how she felt.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* and it's big as a boulder
Re: THE NIGHT ALWAYS FEELS SO LONG;; open - gift - Atticus Roux - 02-07-2021
The idea was a blessing and a curse for Atticus. Revisiting his childhood home was traumatic, yet somewhat soothing and therapeutic for the male. Their home held so many memories. Some he had thought about, while others he had repressed and left to the dust mites in his head. Even so, Atticus could feel the warmth that once radiated within his family's home. The confident babble of Ivan, Selby's affirmative and soft words, the subtle smell of pine wood, and his siblings glee as they roamed the house with their games. It seemed like a dream... Until it faded into a nightmare. As the earth trembled, the home began to crumble with it. He could remember being carried down the stairs, golden eyes settled on the doorway and his mother's warm breath running down his neck, only to be shot forward. Debris rained down as he flew through the sky, slicing cleanly through his ear, but that was far from the worst. As he landed, the young child had turned around. Wide eyes watched as the door frame splintered away from the house. It slammed downwards. Onto... her. The crackle of bones radiated in his head to this day, even if Moth's body was not the same as before, and the fear that ran through him kept him alert. If they were going to do this, Atticus wouldn't let the same mistakes happen again. Even if it was unlikely.
After reluctantly agreeing, they set out to the rubble. Atticus' heart pounded as his gaze grazed the remains. Memories flooded his mind. Gritting his teeth together, the male set out to work with Sweeney and tried to instruct her the best he could. What they accomplished was stunning. While she did the bigger parts using her powers, the canine did the finer details and rearranged what he could. He worked mindlessly, trying not to acknowledge the obvious longing within, and kept his head high. Until they reached the final touches.
Claws dug into the porch's wood as he stared down at what laid before him. The doorframe. Atticus ran his right paw slowly over the split wood with his eyes beginning to water. A wavering breath left him. Shaking his head, he picked it up in his jaws carefully and moved towards the doorway. Raising himself onto his hindlegs, he transferred the slitted, wooden piece into the opening with a vicious slam. He settled his head on the adjacent piece, closing his eyes momentarily in his fit of sudden rage and letting himself breathe ragged breaths. As his temperament settled, the canine dropped to the floor and wandered to the edge of the porch, turning on his paws to stare back at the house. Was this the right thing to do? Emotions wavering, Atticus decided to let time decide that for him.
As Sweeney settled before him as she finished, the wolf looked down at her with a weary gaze. He attempts to reach forward, gently wiping the blood away from her nostrils with his paw pad. His chin lowers down, trying to connect with her neck and nuzzle lightly into her soft fur, expressing his silent thank you. Atticus' eyes close again, taking in the moment. Her warmth, the gratitude, and the overall feeling of home that swelled within him. This was where they were supposed to be. These people were his family.
The subtle crunch of snow caused his eyes to slowly open and look up. His head turns. A shocked mother runs to Sweeney and he pulls away, allowing her silent gratitude to fill the silence, but as she looks around, Atticus can only help but stare at her as her eyes travel across the home. Had he missed anything? Searching for a sign of approval, the canine found none, but truly understood her quiet reaction, as he did the same.
A soft smile graces his maw. Yellow eyes tried to catch his mother's attention as a paw gracefully gestured forward. "Care to come in?" he tenderly muses.
After reluctantly agreeing, they set out to the rubble. Atticus' heart pounded as his gaze grazed the remains. Memories flooded his mind. Gritting his teeth together, the male set out to work with Sweeney and tried to instruct her the best he could. What they accomplished was stunning. While she did the bigger parts using her powers, the canine did the finer details and rearranged what he could. He worked mindlessly, trying not to acknowledge the obvious longing within, and kept his head high. Until they reached the final touches.
Claws dug into the porch's wood as he stared down at what laid before him. The doorframe. Atticus ran his right paw slowly over the split wood with his eyes beginning to water. A wavering breath left him. Shaking his head, he picked it up in his jaws carefully and moved towards the doorway. Raising himself onto his hindlegs, he transferred the slitted, wooden piece into the opening with a vicious slam. He settled his head on the adjacent piece, closing his eyes momentarily in his fit of sudden rage and letting himself breathe ragged breaths. As his temperament settled, the canine dropped to the floor and wandered to the edge of the porch, turning on his paws to stare back at the house. Was this the right thing to do? Emotions wavering, Atticus decided to let time decide that for him.
As Sweeney settled before him as she finished, the wolf looked down at her with a weary gaze. He attempts to reach forward, gently wiping the blood away from her nostrils with his paw pad. His chin lowers down, trying to connect with her neck and nuzzle lightly into her soft fur, expressing his silent thank you. Atticus' eyes close again, taking in the moment. Her warmth, the gratitude, and the overall feeling of home that swelled within him. This was where they were supposed to be. These people were his family.
The subtle crunch of snow caused his eyes to slowly open and look up. His head turns. A shocked mother runs to Sweeney and he pulls away, allowing her silent gratitude to fill the silence, but as she looks around, Atticus can only help but stare at her as her eyes travel across the home. Had he missed anything? Searching for a sign of approval, the canine found none, but truly understood her quiet reaction, as he did the same.
A soft smile graces his maw. Yellow eyes tried to catch his mother's attention as a paw gracefully gestured forward. "Care to come in?" he tenderly muses.