mogget_cat: (h-look up)
The evenings are edging into the 'pleasantly cool' range, as the year progresses. One can stretch out on a tree branch and watch the pink clouds above the mountain shift from pink to purple to grey, as the night rolls in. It is a singularly beautiful sight, one that is quite useful when a patron has a lot of thoughts to sort through.

So this evening there is a Bright Shiner stretched out along a tree-branch, near the lakeshore, watching the far clouds slowly drain of color. Still, though the sunset was a a brilliant one, and the colors left behind were quite beautiful, his thoughts are elsewhere. And they are troubled.

Date: 2009-05-30 01:19 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] ten_of_swords
ten_of_swords: (Bane)
"My sister is fond of trees as well, when the wolf chases her into them," he calls, throwing a stick for Bane to run after.

Date: 2009-05-30 01:26 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] ten_of_swords
ten_of_swords: (Ciaran - Ruin)
He smiles up at Yrael, the expression anything but pleasant.

"Bane likes to run." The coyote returns with the stick and Ruin throws it back out. "And you, of course. We've not had a proper chat in some time."

Date: 2009-05-30 01:36 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] ten_of_swords
ten_of_swords: (Ciaran - Bastard)
"I can see why she likes you."

Ruin holds Yrael's gaze unflinchingly.

"You can't help him, you know. He has to help himself. The whole lot of you mean shit to him right now. He doesn't want your help."

Date: 2009-05-30 01:44 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] ten_of_swords
ten_of_swords: (Ciaran - Dark Side)
"Help unwanted is help ignored or scorned."

He smirks.

"It would be best if you just... let me do my job. Let Jason fuck himself up and not drag all of you down with him."

Date: 2009-05-30 01:53 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] ten_of_swords
ten_of_swords: (Ciaran - Really?)
"If you could do it before," he says, his voice low, "you can do it again. It would be in Jason's best interest."

Date: 2009-05-30 02:01 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] ten_of_swords
ten_of_swords: (Ciaran - Story Unfolds)
Ruin gazes steadily at Yrael.

"Oh, kitty, there really is nothing you can do," he sighs, and he makes it almost sound like he regrets that bit. "Nothing. Jason won't listen to you. He's chosen his path, and it's a lonely one. Your support?" He shakes his head. "Not wanted or appreciated. He doesn't want you. Any of you! You all are just too blind to see that, thinking there's something of the Jason you knew left in that coke-addicted shell up in his room snorting himself into oblivion while his friends scurry around trying to pick up the pieces of the life he doesn't care about anymore! Wake up and smell the week-old sheets, Yrael."

Date: 2009-05-30 02:13 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] ten_of_swords
ten_of_swords: (Ciaran - Bastard)
"No. He won't."

Simple as that.

Date: 2009-05-30 02:17 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] ten_of_swords
ten_of_swords: (Ciaran - Not Like You)
Ruin smirks.

"He's already made that choice, Yrael. Why don't you... go on up and visit with him?" He leans in closer to Yrael. "You'll see just how right I am and how wrong you are."

Date: 2009-05-30 02:25 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] ten_of_swords
ten_of_swords: (Ciaran - Sacrifice It All)
He comes into Yrael's personal space, his face dead serious as he looks down into the Bright Shiner's eyes.

"Can you live with yourself if his death could have been prevented by a single trip up a flight of stairs?"

Date: 2009-05-30 02:37 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] ten_of_swords
ten_of_swords: (Ciaran - Not Like You)
He might be strong, but he knows Yrael is stronger.

Ruin stumbles back, falling against a tree, and laughs softly.

"I know," he says, rubbing his chest. He was going to bruise. "Truth sucks."


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