SEE THE WORST OF ME && sad owen & dealing w rejection.

[OWEN.]

TAGS
MALE | 27 M/O
THE TYPHOON
- striker
GERMAN SHEPHERD
INDOMINUS REX
FATHER OF 8
#RAPTORFAM

//This is AFTER he confesses to lucifer and gets rejected. Basically, Owen closed his ass up in a cave like a lil bitch bc he got rejected and is an emotional mess over it. Go at it, y'all.

It hurt.

Owen would have been okay with it if it were any other person. He was known to sleep around often. Hell, he had kids with Seamus accidentally, and even after the birthing he still remained so damn infatuated with the blackened dragon. He was helpless for Lucifer, as ironic as that was for Owen. Maybe it was his punishment for being a manwhore and sleeping around constantly, or maybe it was just his.. He didn't know. He blamed himself, though. Like a little baby bitch.

The indominus rex had been hoarding himself in a cave off to the side of the territory for the past three days now, and hadn't removed himself from it or ate since then. It was his fault, for taking it upon himself and confessing in a fit of emotions after Luci returned from the Rosebloods. It was his fault, for not taking in consideration timing. It was his fault for getting attached in the first place, thinking that because they were so similar that it was even possible the draconic male would feel the same about him. It was so IRONIC.

The sound of sniffs and soft rumbles echoed in the dark cave, and upon closer inspection, one would come to find that Owen was really an ugly crier. His face was soaked with drying tears, having stopped crying a long time ago, leaving only the nasty sniffling of the remains of his relentless sobbing. Like a rejected schoolgirl. He really was a little bitch.

In those three days, the male had shifted his body so his back was facing the entrance, his spiked tail curling in a circle against his stomach as his spiked back jutted out against the open air. The rising and falling of the dejected dinosaur's chest was evident as he just laid there, unable to get the motivation to move from his spot.

He had thought these feelings had been so obvious to those around him. He had been encouraged by a book- a BOOK, I TELL YOU- To confess to the draconic male, because it had been best to do so and get it off of his chest. And then he was rejected, and now he was mourning like a broken hearted little girl in a cave alone.

What a man he was.

//haha owen u lil bitch

[Luciferr]

[color=black]/track for this, also this'd be post Luci's current mental state oof.

[no more]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Best might it have been for another to approach first rather then the child, slight thing as they were with their head contained in the clouds of youth, oblivious to the plight of the man that held some place within the misguided heart. Or possibly it was for the rest the press of tiny cinnamon dusted paws drew them closer, drawn forth by the sounds, difficult to miss as it echoing within the cavernous spaces the previously extinct creature inhabited.

“Owen?” Quiet voice rose in a whisper, worry touching within the dark expanse of earthen toned eyes. They knew not his worries on the matter of love, had never been subjected to such for all too young were they for such things as crushes, the affection building within more innocent then that. Such is what touched them then, murmur of it touching their veins as it worked through them, no thought given before they were moving closer. It mattered not the spines risen towards the space of the entrance, the stature of their body was slight enough a small spacing permitted them entry, the patter of tiny paws raising, drowned beneath the sounds produced by the grief stricken man.

Leaning forward, moving to press tiny nose against the larger touched within white scales. Tiny tongue flicked forth, sought to press a brief lick, before small paws were reaching up to press against his snout and permit CC to look him the eye as best they could. Precarious was their balance, like to be tipped if the other moved only a slight bit, but they trusted he would not do such. “Why Owen sad, no like see sad. CC fight what made Owen sad.”

[OWEN.]

TAGS
MALE | 27 M/O
THE TYPHOON
- striker
GERMAN SHEPHERD
INDOMINUS REX
FATHER OF 8
#RAPTORFAM

//IM DYING SHES A SWEETHEART

Owen was weak. He was strong in battle but when he came home and dealt with everything else that was life, it didn't matter. He could level a battlefield and it still wouldn't change that he was a weak, weak man. Fornicated by the broken heart he had, how he knew he wouldn't have been able to be loyal in the first place. With his commitment issues? It was nonexistent to think he'd allow himself to hold such a beautiful man's heart in his hands.

The smell of CC hit his nose almost immediate, the soft lick of a child's tongue making him lower his massive head onto the ground to allow her better leverage. His voice wouldn't come out at first- how could he explain to a child what it's like to be rejected by someone you loved? Owen could say it himself that he loved Luci, but he was also in love with idea of monogamy, and when he tried it, he always screwed it up some way.

At least Lucifer avoided the whole heartbreak with him, but that didn't mean Owen didn't grieve. A shuddering breath left the indominus rex's chest, a way of calming himself down enough so he could speak. "It is nothing, CC. It's just love gone bad, is all." He tried to explain in simpler terms, but he didn't even know if she could understand the word love at this point- Did Goldie ever teach her? What about Pincher?

[no more]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 420px; line-height:120%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Love. Foreign a concept touching within mind, curling within chest as it toned the beat of the heart in the tiny chest, quiet the murmur of it within the network of veins beneath cinnamon dusted fur and light the skin it pushed through. They knew the feeling of it, felt it within them as it touched upon the hollow space and longed for it within the eyes of a mother that had never cared, found only hatred in depths of brown so like their own – mirror in a way, all she was not within so innocent a child. The word had not touched upon bitten lips, found no place within the minimal vocabulary they bore but within it found a place, dancing across their lips.

“Love,” gentle breath washing over the expanse of pale flesh, leather touched within plating of scale, press of paws lifting only to touch once more, patting along the spacing between the large nostrils. “CC love Owen.” Chin leaned forward, pressed against him, soft the sound drawn from the depths of their throat. Rusty the sound of the purr but it touched upon the light curl of a smile, the flick of bobbed tail speaking of joy.

Apparent was the fact they missed exactly what it was Owen spoke of, the rejection of feelings that had been difficult to share with one who held behind him a great many years, felt love and lost it, came upon the end of one amongst a family grown large. Still they would do the best they could for the other, sudden the glimmer of teeth within the stretch of smile. “Owen gift. CC make Owen gift, make happy?”