08-26-2020, 12:23 AM
( tw ; brief mentions of child abuse in the first paragraph )
Michael was far from inexperienced with nightmares. Hell, nightmares were a large part of why he drank so much now, and spent so much time within the walls of the tavern. Unlike Georgia, his nightmares didn't involve killing a loving father, or panicking about his tragic death. No, the thief had never even had a father who care about him, so instead his nightmares were full of bad memories. Memories of shouting, and bottles thrown at his head, and hands gripping his neck. Sometimes it felt as though he could never escape the nightmares, and part of him was sure that if he was ever forced to see them in his waking hours, he'd fall apart. Usually only Trevor or Roxie were the ones who could rouse him from these unpleasant slumbers, where his face screwed up and his entire body shook with panic and fear. It was a feeling he had thought he had forgotten, from the moment his bat had hit skull. Unlike Georgia, the death of Michael's father had been a moment of triumph for him. Triumph over the man who had abused him for his entire life, and the man who had made him question everything, even well into his 30s. However, he never got to remember that part. Never got to dream about killing the bastard and running off with the love of his life. Instead, he was always forced to think about before that, when he had been nothing but a scared little kid.
He had been sitting at the bar, as usual, but not drinking. No, this time he had stopped in to see everyone, and to perhaps rope his sister into doing something fun with him for once. Of course, he said for once, but Roxie went out with him more than enough, he just really enjoyed those brief moments where the two of them could have some time away from their responsibilities. Unfortunately, the reaver hadn't been able to enjoy the calm white noise of the bar for long, considering someone came stumbling in before long. The black haired man hadn't heard at first, since Deniz's shout managed to hit his left ear – his unfortunately deaf one – perfectly. However, it wasn't long before one of the other patrons was shoving at him, trying to grab his attention as they pointed over towards the fireplace. He could hear him question his relationship with the girl who had just come in, evidently having noticed his odd fatherly streak. Turning a bit red, Michael turned his head to welcome Georgia in – only to freeze when he saw what was going on. His heart dropped down into his stomach, and he found himself slipping down from the barstool, immediately heading towards the pair. They were already being crowded, but the fugitive knew he needed to make sure Georgia was alright.
The male had definitely noticed the rather sudden storm that had come in with little warning, but he couldn't have possibly expected that it was Georgia who had done it. Yes, he had his own elementals, but he was no demi-god. He couldn't rain down the earth on top of others, and the thought of someone calling in such a thunderstorm was baffling to him. It was no wonder that she had passed out, even without the added knowledge that she had been tormented by forces unseen by most of the Typhoon. Michael shoved the thought of the storm from his mind as he went over, kneeling down nearby to Deniz. He winced at the lifeless form of Georgia in front of him, knowing that she was only unconscious. Despite that, he couldn't help the knot of anxiety that formed in his chest, and gripped throughout his entire body. It was so easy for unconscious to rapidly turn to dead, and Michael had just been beginning to like the kid. He couldn't forgive himself if she passed away, especially not so soon after they had just lost someone else.
Reaching a hand out, Michael pressed it very gently to Georgia's arm, wincing at the cold feel that her skin had to the touch. She had to have been out in the rain, obviously. Hopefully the fire would warm her fast enough, or they would have to get far more blankets. Turning his gaze towards Deniz, the thief had something that very rarely ever showed in his eyes – genuine worry. Even through all of his shortcomings and mistakes, Michael had come to see his fellow crew members as family, and that included Georgia. Swallowing the thick lump that had suddenly formed in his throat, he questioned Deniz softly, "Where did you find her...? Do you have any idea what happened to her?" He had a sneaking suspicion that not even Deniz truly knew what was going on, considering the clear panic that showed on the teenager's face. Then again, Michael couldn't blame the kid for being scared. How else were you supposed to react, when you found one of your friends passed out and soaking wet?
Michael was far from inexperienced with nightmares. Hell, nightmares were a large part of why he drank so much now, and spent so much time within the walls of the tavern. Unlike Georgia, his nightmares didn't involve killing a loving father, or panicking about his tragic death. No, the thief had never even had a father who care about him, so instead his nightmares were full of bad memories. Memories of shouting, and bottles thrown at his head, and hands gripping his neck. Sometimes it felt as though he could never escape the nightmares, and part of him was sure that if he was ever forced to see them in his waking hours, he'd fall apart. Usually only Trevor or Roxie were the ones who could rouse him from these unpleasant slumbers, where his face screwed up and his entire body shook with panic and fear. It was a feeling he had thought he had forgotten, from the moment his bat had hit skull. Unlike Georgia, the death of Michael's father had been a moment of triumph for him. Triumph over the man who had abused him for his entire life, and the man who had made him question everything, even well into his 30s. However, he never got to remember that part. Never got to dream about killing the bastard and running off with the love of his life. Instead, he was always forced to think about before that, when he had been nothing but a scared little kid.
He had been sitting at the bar, as usual, but not drinking. No, this time he had stopped in to see everyone, and to perhaps rope his sister into doing something fun with him for once. Of course, he said for once, but Roxie went out with him more than enough, he just really enjoyed those brief moments where the two of them could have some time away from their responsibilities. Unfortunately, the reaver hadn't been able to enjoy the calm white noise of the bar for long, considering someone came stumbling in before long. The black haired man hadn't heard at first, since Deniz's shout managed to hit his left ear – his unfortunately deaf one – perfectly. However, it wasn't long before one of the other patrons was shoving at him, trying to grab his attention as they pointed over towards the fireplace. He could hear him question his relationship with the girl who had just come in, evidently having noticed his odd fatherly streak. Turning a bit red, Michael turned his head to welcome Georgia in – only to freeze when he saw what was going on. His heart dropped down into his stomach, and he found himself slipping down from the barstool, immediately heading towards the pair. They were already being crowded, but the fugitive knew he needed to make sure Georgia was alright.
The male had definitely noticed the rather sudden storm that had come in with little warning, but he couldn't have possibly expected that it was Georgia who had done it. Yes, he had his own elementals, but he was no demi-god. He couldn't rain down the earth on top of others, and the thought of someone calling in such a thunderstorm was baffling to him. It was no wonder that she had passed out, even without the added knowledge that she had been tormented by forces unseen by most of the Typhoon. Michael shoved the thought of the storm from his mind as he went over, kneeling down nearby to Deniz. He winced at the lifeless form of Georgia in front of him, knowing that she was only unconscious. Despite that, he couldn't help the knot of anxiety that formed in his chest, and gripped throughout his entire body. It was so easy for unconscious to rapidly turn to dead, and Michael had just been beginning to like the kid. He couldn't forgive himself if she passed away, especially not so soon after they had just lost someone else.
Reaching a hand out, Michael pressed it very gently to Georgia's arm, wincing at the cold feel that her skin had to the touch. She had to have been out in the rain, obviously. Hopefully the fire would warm her fast enough, or they would have to get far more blankets. Turning his gaze towards Deniz, the thief had something that very rarely ever showed in his eyes – genuine worry. Even through all of his shortcomings and mistakes, Michael had come to see his fellow crew members as family, and that included Georgia. Swallowing the thick lump that had suddenly formed in his throat, he questioned Deniz softly, "Where did you find her...? Do you have any idea what happened to her?" He had a sneaking suspicion that not even Deniz truly knew what was going on, considering the clear panic that showed on the teenager's face. Then again, Michael couldn't blame the kid for being scared. How else were you supposed to react, when you found one of your friends passed out and soaking wet?
MICHAEL TOWNLEY-PHILLIPS - THE TYPHOON - REAVER
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