07-28-2020, 11:19 PM
LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — Although Trygve would never cease to be a troublemaker, Michael would be lying if he said he wasn't glad to see his nephew out and about again. After the other's return from the Pitt and subsequent practical disappearance, the thief had been rather worried, even if he tried to keep his anxieties under wraps. Even that became difficult at times, however, when Roxie was also around, reflecting those anxieties right back at him from where they were on her face, as well. Thankfully, it seemed as though the boy was finally back, and also back to his usual self, at least for the time being. Part of the reaver wanted to ask Ry he had been gone, or ask how he had been feeling since his return, but that was, frankly, too mushy for his tastes. Despite he and his apprentice being more like father and son, Michael had hardly ever been the touchy feely type of person, as demonstrated by how long it had taken for him to finally realize he was in love with his now fiance. He tended to have an emotional blind spot, and while he had been trying to overcome it, Ry's own nature made it difficult for any real heart to hearts to take place.
Needless to say, this meant that Michael had been giving his nephew some space, ever since his recent return. For the most part, that just meant keeping to his usual schedule, getting his duties as reaver done and enjoying himself. Most of the time "enjoying himself" either meant taking a nice and relaxing warm nap in the sand, or heading off to the tavern. On rare occasions, it even meant leaving Typhoon territory entirely to go and see Trevor, although that wasn't very often considering his fiance's rather far away home. Today, Michael had mostly decided to take it easy, figuring that a brief nap on the beach before he went to go hunt would be a nice idea, especially considering it didn't seem like ot was too hot – a luxury, he had learned, when it was the summer months. Unfortunately, when he opened the door to his hut and stepped out into the sand, he was accosted by the scent of Trygve. Not only that, the scent of his nephew with seemingly no source. Looking around in confusion, the thief flattened his ears before speaking, a huff leaving him, "Ry? Where the hell are you, kid?" It was harder for him to identify that Trygve was just up on the roof, considering his lack of sight or hearing on his left side. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
Needless to say, this meant that Michael had been giving his nephew some space, ever since his recent return. For the most part, that just meant keeping to his usual schedule, getting his duties as reaver done and enjoying himself. Most of the time "enjoying himself" either meant taking a nice and relaxing warm nap in the sand, or heading off to the tavern. On rare occasions, it even meant leaving Typhoon territory entirely to go and see Trevor, although that wasn't very often considering his fiance's rather far away home. Today, Michael had mostly decided to take it easy, figuring that a brief nap on the beach before he went to go hunt would be a nice idea, especially considering it didn't seem like ot was too hot – a luxury, he had learned, when it was the summer months. Unfortunately, when he opened the door to his hut and stepped out into the sand, he was accosted by the scent of Trygve. Not only that, the scent of his nephew with seemingly no source. Looking around in confusion, the thief flattened his ears before speaking, a huff leaving him, "Ry? Where the hell are you, kid?" It was harder for him to identify that Trygve was just up on the roof, considering his lack of sight or hearing on his left side. — WE WILL NEVER BE APART
— Reggan