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12-20-2017, 12:11 PM
To say Lark was in a foul mood would be an understatement. Everything had been eerily stagnant as of late. Most of his siblings were still gone, save for Sparrow and Sandpiper, and even Lillianna had been unusually scarce. Her absence made him feel more hurt than angry - two feelings that he'd grappled with far too often over these last few years. He was tired, sick of it all, and done with second chances. If she left again, for real this time, he wouldn't let her back in. Just like he wouldn't let his parents back in, nor some of his siblings. Lark was sick of waiting for them to turn back up, sick of never quite knowing who would stick around. He was almost surprised that Sparrow was the one that seemed to be keeping them all together, his fiery sister who'd been gone more often than not when they were kids, was the one who'd stepped up to keep Abaven running. It was so ironic that he nearly snorted with laughter as he thought about it now. He was grateful, though. He wouldn't deny that. It helped being reminded of his two siblings that had stayed when he was feeling like this - at least they hadn't all gone, right? A sigh left his lips as he reclined to his haunches near the edge of the lake. It was a pretty enough sight, he supposed, but the days when he'd found himself relaxing and enjoying the scenery seemed far behind him. He'd always been more of a realistic man, not one to stop and smell the roses as much as figure out something to do. There was always something that could be done. Borders marked, the scent of strangers tracked, prey to be caught.. in Lillie's company he had found it much easier to enjoy himself, but now that she was growing absent yet again he'd reverted to his more solitary self, quiet and guarded. A slight frown - or was he on the verge of snarling? he himself wasn't even sure - painted his features as he sat there, sea-green gaze cast across the lake's still surface. It was a cool afternoon, not all unpleasant, the surface of the water only disturbed occasionally by a soft breeze that whistled past. As the sun lowered in the sky, Lark noticed that fireflies had started to emerge, their lights flickering occasionally and reflecting on the lake's surface. One buzzed close to his face, and he wrinkled his nose and raised a paw to bat at it. "Fuck off," he muttered under his breath, deciding at that moment that the fireflies were as annoying as they were pretty and that he'd be just as happy if they disappeared completely. |
