09-04-2020, 02:16 PM
Unlike Deniz or Georgia, Michael was not in a state of falling apart. Instead, he knew that his family would soon be growing, and he still had a loving husband to turn to if anything went wrong. Despite this, it was impossible not to feel the grief that lingered within the air of The Typhoon as of late. While he had never been close to Sam, the thief still mourned for her, and it was impossible not to feel agony over the fact that one of his nephews was now dead. Even if he and Jaime hadn't been close, the reaver had loved all of his nieces and nephews dearly, and truthfully, Michael wasn't sure if he had actually processed it yet. He doubted it, considering he had never been very good at processing his emotions, let alone any sort of grief or anger. He often just responded by lashing out, or trying to run away from his problems. Hell, he had even made an attempt to run from it all, only for Deniz and Roxie to stop him in his tracks, shutting down his usual bad habits. Part of him still wanted to run, especially with the thick emotion that was constantly lingering in the air, but he knew he couldn't. He couldn't hurt Roxie like that, and he especially couldn't hurt Deniz, considering the boy had already gone through so much, and he couldn't pile onto that suffering.
He wasn't sure what exactly had driven him from his house that morning. Maybe he was just feeling restless, or maybe he could tell that something was wrong. Either way, the fugitive emerged from his little hut home with a sigh, wearing only shorts and a loose button up. His feet sank into the sand and grounded him, and he couldn't help but glance around, wondering if he could catch sight of Roxie, or maybe even Goldie. Instead, he caught sight of Deniz and Georgia, sitting at the edge of the shore. He could see the barest remains of Sam's funeral gathering laying along the sand, and he found himself wincing. He hadn't attended the event, feeling far too emotionally awkward to do so. He hadn't known Sam well, and he probably would've just stayed clinging to Roxie's side the entire time, so he had opted instead to stay inside of his home, hoping that no one would notice. He doubted it, considering he knew that most would be far too blinded by their grief to take count of who had decided to come.
After taking a deep breath to settle himself, the dark haired man made his way over, wincing when he heard Deniz's soft sobs. The kid didn't deserve any of this... none of them did, honestly. Michael wasn't sure if he would truly make a good dad, but he did know that he wanted to protect all the kids and teens that were already within the group. He wanted them to grow up without the trauma that he had gone through when he was slowly becoming an adult. Biting his lip, the reaver hesitated before he sat down with the both of them, his legs folded beneath himself. He didn't say anything, just watching as the waves crashed down against the sand, and trying to figure out how to provide some kind of comfort. Eventually he just opted to offer the other his hand, staying quiet. It was a silent reminder, as well as a silent promise. He would be here for Deniz, and he would stay, even if he had screwed up a lot in the past. He wanted to make things better, and this was really the only way that he knew how.
He wasn't sure what exactly had driven him from his house that morning. Maybe he was just feeling restless, or maybe he could tell that something was wrong. Either way, the fugitive emerged from his little hut home with a sigh, wearing only shorts and a loose button up. His feet sank into the sand and grounded him, and he couldn't help but glance around, wondering if he could catch sight of Roxie, or maybe even Goldie. Instead, he caught sight of Deniz and Georgia, sitting at the edge of the shore. He could see the barest remains of Sam's funeral gathering laying along the sand, and he found himself wincing. He hadn't attended the event, feeling far too emotionally awkward to do so. He hadn't known Sam well, and he probably would've just stayed clinging to Roxie's side the entire time, so he had opted instead to stay inside of his home, hoping that no one would notice. He doubted it, considering he knew that most would be far too blinded by their grief to take count of who had decided to come.
After taking a deep breath to settle himself, the dark haired man made his way over, wincing when he heard Deniz's soft sobs. The kid didn't deserve any of this... none of them did, honestly. Michael wasn't sure if he would truly make a good dad, but he did know that he wanted to protect all the kids and teens that were already within the group. He wanted them to grow up without the trauma that he had gone through when he was slowly becoming an adult. Biting his lip, the reaver hesitated before he sat down with the both of them, his legs folded beneath himself. He didn't say anything, just watching as the waves crashed down against the sand, and trying to figure out how to provide some kind of comfort. Eventually he just opted to offer the other his hand, staying quiet. It was a silent reminder, as well as a silent promise. He would be here for Deniz, and he would stay, even if he had screwed up a lot in the past. He wanted to make things better, and this was really the only way that he knew how.
MICHAEL TOWNLEY-PHILLIPS - THE TYPHOON - REAVER
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