11-12-2018, 08:28 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]Des wasn't sure if he would ever be happy with himself. He had no problems with humility, perhaps too full of it to be healthy, actually, but it was dangerous when mixed with a healthy dose of self-depreciation and a bottle of alcohol. No, his name was not his own but for other reasons, ones that put a sour taste in his throat whenever he so much as glanced back at his past. Desperado was an alias, but it was the only name he had these days. Ronan was dead, perhaps he had never existed as his own person in the first place, and the name the gang gave him seemed far more fitting. Desperado. A criminal, desperate for some semblance of sense to assign to his own life. Maybe that's why he was running, to find a new name... though the chances of that seemed to get smaller each time he left.
He didn't have some curse holding him back, no supernatural beings twisting his strings together... it was just him, his past, and the future he wished he could have but was too afraid to search for. Following his bout with the Ascendants, redemption seemed so far away... sometimes it seemed like supernatural causes would be easier to fix than his own predicament.
Those thoughts, although faint, were still prevalent no matter where he was and no matter when. Even there, seemingly calm and lost in the waves that shifted beneath him, his demons held on. They didn't give way even when the steady sound of paws on the sand told of Marina's presence, although it allowed Des to focus on something else and he took it as a welcome reprieve, even as the muscles of his shoulder stiffened, instinctively prepared for battle.
He wasn't sure if the question was meant to be answered, so he gave her an non distinct hum in return, neither confirming nor denying her statement but simply acknowledging it. It was beautiful in a dangerous sort of way, as exemplified by the fact that it was far higher than it should be at this time of year, and the threat of a flood seemed to be constantly looming above the Sunhaven's collective heads. The waters were just as dangerous as fire proved to be, something that Des had learned when his own powers started to amount. A storm out at sea was just as dangerous at a forest fire, even if for different reasons. It was a natural disaster no matter which one it turned out to be.
A silence spanned between them before the feline finally tilted his head up from the golden waves, deep multicolored eyes searching her form for something that he, himself, wasn't quite sure of. A part of him was looking for the usual hint of danger, watching her muscles for any sign that she was ready to attack... another, smaller, part of him seemed to be searching for a sign that she, or those who lived here, would give him what he wanted. What he needed. It was a shame he didn't even know what that was to try and begin to search for it. Was it redemption? A place where he could be forgotten? A home? Or simply a place to rest his head before he went in search of any combination of the few? He was just as lost as he had always been in life, and coming here had yet to offer him any solace.
"Both, I guess. The view's real nice, too nice to let an opportunity slide by. The goal was to join, but 'm not sure if ya'll would want someone like me, to be real honest with you. I tend to leave before anyone knows my name," and that was the truth of it. He seemed to run from wherever he went, and there was a small part of him that expected it from Sunhaven as well. If they didn't wish to deal with that, it was easier to find out earlier on. "Desperado. You can call me Des, though."
He didn't have some curse holding him back, no supernatural beings twisting his strings together... it was just him, his past, and the future he wished he could have but was too afraid to search for. Following his bout with the Ascendants, redemption seemed so far away... sometimes it seemed like supernatural causes would be easier to fix than his own predicament.
Those thoughts, although faint, were still prevalent no matter where he was and no matter when. Even there, seemingly calm and lost in the waves that shifted beneath him, his demons held on. They didn't give way even when the steady sound of paws on the sand told of Marina's presence, although it allowed Des to focus on something else and he took it as a welcome reprieve, even as the muscles of his shoulder stiffened, instinctively prepared for battle.
He wasn't sure if the question was meant to be answered, so he gave her an non distinct hum in return, neither confirming nor denying her statement but simply acknowledging it. It was beautiful in a dangerous sort of way, as exemplified by the fact that it was far higher than it should be at this time of year, and the threat of a flood seemed to be constantly looming above the Sunhaven's collective heads. The waters were just as dangerous as fire proved to be, something that Des had learned when his own powers started to amount. A storm out at sea was just as dangerous at a forest fire, even if for different reasons. It was a natural disaster no matter which one it turned out to be.
A silence spanned between them before the feline finally tilted his head up from the golden waves, deep multicolored eyes searching her form for something that he, himself, wasn't quite sure of. A part of him was looking for the usual hint of danger, watching her muscles for any sign that she was ready to attack... another, smaller, part of him seemed to be searching for a sign that she, or those who lived here, would give him what he wanted. What he needed. It was a shame he didn't even know what that was to try and begin to search for it. Was it redemption? A place where he could be forgotten? A home? Or simply a place to rest his head before he went in search of any combination of the few? He was just as lost as he had always been in life, and coming here had yet to offer him any solace.
"Both, I guess. The view's real nice, too nice to let an opportunity slide by. The goal was to join, but 'm not sure if ya'll would want someone like me, to be real honest with you. I tend to leave before anyone knows my name," and that was the truth of it. He seemed to run from wherever he went, and there was a small part of him that expected it from Sunhaven as well. If they didn't wish to deal with that, it was easier to find out earlier on. "Desperado. You can call me Des, though."
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden