KISS MY EYES & LAY ME TO SLEEP // open

[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan knew that he had a loving family behind him. In fact, he had a lot of loving family that he knew would stand by him and comfort him in any time of need that came into his life. Despite this, the draconic boy had been pulling away from his family more and more as of late. After he had lashed out and hurt others, including his own mother, he found it difficult to relax in their presence once again, eternally frightened that something would go wrong. If he became upset, and he accidentally lashed out with the power hidden inside again... he had begun having nightmares about that possibility. Horrible, gutwrenching nightmares where he found himself shouting in rage and agony and raking electricity over the bodies of his siblings, or his second cousins, or even just his cousin, Goldie. He had been reassured over and over again by now that he was okay, and that the captain would teach him more about how to control his powers, yet he still couldn't feel the sense of safety and comfort at home that he had been able to before the incident. Perhaps things would've been easier, if his mother had responded to his outburst with anger and disowning. At least then he would've known that she was safe from him.

Truthfully, the apprentice didn't know why he had left his home that morning. All he had known was that he needed to move, and he needed some space. He had this desire inside to help others, as if that would somehow make up for the sins of his past. As if it would somehow heal the scars that Kaz, Roxie, and Octane would all carry with them for the rest of their lives. The thought made his stomach twist, an unpleasant heavy feeling settling over him as he grabbed his bag in his jaws that morning, slinging it over his growing form and heading out the door. He was, mercifully, distracted from his distress before too long by the scent of blood. Guilt turning to worry in one swift motion, Roan headed towards the source of the smell, a frown curling on his muzzle when he saw Ahab. Had Ahab hurt someone...? He didn't think the big bear his mama was so found of would do such a thing. However, when he passed by the bear, he realized the real source of the smell – Aphra.

He had dealt with the other feline a couple of times before, and held no ill will towards her despite incidents in the past, mainly because he hadn't really been around for them. His blue gaze softened when her took in the pain on her face, as well as the wound that sat on her shoulder, looking mild but painful. It wouldn't be the first time that he had treated her, as demonstrated by the fact that she was asking for him. Carefully slipping past Ahab, Roan lowered his bag to the ground before speaking, "Aphra! Mi amiga, are you alright? Would... would you mind if I take a look at that?" He doubted she would, especially considering she seemed to be seeking him out anyways, but he wanted to be sure before he went poking at her injury.
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