[ A whole year. Law's been thinking about that, too. About his birthday last year, the party in his tiny little house—this tiny little house, in fact. Even if he's built a whole inn and a farm, he still hasn't expanded his own living space, only made the repairs necessary to live in it again. Humble and modest, and last year it was full of people. Right before all that, though, was the Tezcatli ruins, his first experience with turning into a monster, attacking people at random, nearly getting his insides torn out by his dad. He kept it together until after he'd reported in to Jaguar, who didn't seem fazed in the least. Then he stepped outside the lodge and made a fool of himself in front of Alphen.
Not for the first time. And it wouldn't be the last, either, as it turns out. And there's probably still more foolishness yet to come, but that's okay, because he'd much rather foolishness than... you know. The other thing. It still eats at him, and every time they're around each other it's a game of mental gymnastics to keep it off his mind. It's not supposed to be on his mind. They dealt with it. It's done, past, over.
And yet here he goes, throwing a whole pile of those blankets he likes so much (he got a ton of new ones after the old ones got ruined) onto his bed and looking up at the knock, at the sound of Alphen's voice, and he has two immediate, conflicting emotions: instant delight and instant guilt.
Luckily though, delight wins out. It usually does, where Alphen's concerned. Hard not to, y'know? ]
Hey! Yeah, come in. I just cleared off the table. Did you cook?
[ it's? actually? kind of clean in here? mostly? ...almost? ]
Whew, good timing. I was actually startin' to get hungry. It looks pretty good in here, right?
IT'S TIME TO FUCK SHIT UP
Date: 2022-12-15 12:40 am (UTC)Not for the first time. And it wouldn't be the last, either, as it turns out. And there's probably still more foolishness yet to come, but that's okay, because he'd much rather foolishness than... you know. The other thing. It still eats at him, and every time they're around each other it's a game of mental gymnastics to keep it off his mind. It's not supposed to be on his mind. They dealt with it. It's done, past, over.
And yet here he goes, throwing a whole pile of those blankets he likes so much (he got a ton of new ones after the old ones got ruined) onto his bed and looking up at the knock, at the sound of Alphen's voice, and he has two immediate, conflicting emotions: instant delight and instant guilt.
Luckily though, delight wins out. It usually does, where Alphen's concerned. Hard not to, y'know? ]
Hey! Yeah, come in. I just cleared off the table. Did you cook?
[ it's? actually? kind of clean in here? mostly? ...almost? ]
Whew, good timing. I was actually startin' to get hungry. It looks pretty good in here, right?
[ (unsure squinting) an effort was made ]