April 02, 2014, 12:17 PM
Atti right now, lol: ಠ_ಠ
Anything. The youth could've told him anything just then, and it would've been less unexpected and jarring than what came out of her mouth. Daughter? What? Atticus sat there staring at her with a mixed look of confusion and "what the fuck?" on his face. There was no way he had a kid. No way. She didn't even look like him. At all. She had a grey coat and bright green eyes. But Osprey is grey and your mom had green eyes, something in the back of his mind whispered to him. He closed his eyes. Cutlass.
He remembered Cutlass. It'd been…eight, nine months ago now. He had been naive and reckless, not much past his second birthday, when the exotic, gorgeous female had seduced him and stolen his virginity. He'd been captured by her brash fearlessness, her wild stories of adventure and conquest, the crudely accented way her sharp pirate tongue shaped her words. He'd been lured by her beauty, the way her strong, wiry muscles rippled beneath her coarse pelt, the angular planes of her body where curves should've been, displaying power and practicality rather than pampered beauty.
She had come to him, in season, and he being too young and stupid to understand, he had run with her. And he had lain with her. She was his first. It had been a drunken and wild night, intoxicated on berries and mushrooms together as she showed him what it was to be a man, and the next morning, he'd awakened sore and bewildered with only a headache for company. Like a tornado, she'd spun him around and then vanished. He hadn't thought much about it since then, but he'd certainly never forgotten it. Remembering that fiery woman in his arms was enough to make his blood run warm.
Still, he couldn't believe that crazy tryst had resulted in children, and he stared at Bones, refusing to acknowledge that in some of the planes of her face, she looked very much like him. "Wh…what…" His voice was dry and his tongue felt like cotton. "I can't…I'm sorry..." He wanted to say "There's no way in hell I can be your dad, kid. Go home." But he couldn't because he knew she was right. "Just…gimme a minute." And so he just stared at her, completely stunned and at a loss for words.
Anything. The youth could've told him anything just then, and it would've been less unexpected and jarring than what came out of her mouth. Daughter? What? Atticus sat there staring at her with a mixed look of confusion and "what the fuck?" on his face. There was no way he had a kid. No way. She didn't even look like him. At all. She had a grey coat and bright green eyes. But Osprey is grey and your mom had green eyes, something in the back of his mind whispered to him. He closed his eyes. Cutlass.
He remembered Cutlass. It'd been…eight, nine months ago now. He had been naive and reckless, not much past his second birthday, when the exotic, gorgeous female had seduced him and stolen his virginity. He'd been captured by her brash fearlessness, her wild stories of adventure and conquest, the crudely accented way her sharp pirate tongue shaped her words. He'd been lured by her beauty, the way her strong, wiry muscles rippled beneath her coarse pelt, the angular planes of her body where curves should've been, displaying power and practicality rather than pampered beauty.
She had come to him, in season, and he being too young and stupid to understand, he had run with her. And he had lain with her. She was his first. It had been a drunken and wild night, intoxicated on berries and mushrooms together as she showed him what it was to be a man, and the next morning, he'd awakened sore and bewildered with only a headache for company. Like a tornado, she'd spun him around and then vanished. He hadn't thought much about it since then, but he'd certainly never forgotten it. Remembering that fiery woman in his arms was enough to make his blood run warm.
Still, he couldn't believe that crazy tryst had resulted in children, and he stared at Bones, refusing to acknowledge that in some of the planes of her face, she looked very much like him. "Wh…what…" His voice was dry and his tongue felt like cotton. "I can't…I'm sorry..." He wanted to say "There's no way in hell I can be your dad, kid. Go home." But he couldn't because he knew she was right. "Just…gimme a minute." And so he just stared at her, completely stunned and at a loss for words.
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blue sky black death - by Bones - March 28, 2014, 11:02 PM
RE: blue sky black death - by Atticus - April 01, 2014, 11:43 PM
RE: blue sky black death - by Bones - April 02, 2014, 09:41 AM
RE: blue sky black death - by Atticus - April 02, 2014, 12:17 PM
RE: blue sky black death - by Bones - April 02, 2014, 12:30 PM
RE: blue sky black death - by Atticus - April 02, 2014, 12:48 PM
RE: blue sky black death - by Bones - April 02, 2014, 12:56 PM
RE: blue sky black death - by Atticus - April 02, 2014, 02:05 PM
RE: blue sky black death - by Bones - April 02, 2014, 02:45 PM
RE: blue sky black death - by Atticus - April 02, 2014, 03:02 PM
RE: blue sky black death - by Bones - April 02, 2014, 03:12 PM
RE: blue sky black death - by Atticus - April 02, 2014, 03:21 PM
RE: blue sky black death - by Bones - April 02, 2014, 03:31 PM
RE: blue sky black death - by Atticus - April 02, 2014, 03:57 PM
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RE: blue sky black death - by Atticus - April 02, 2014, 06:07 PM
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RE: blue sky black death - by Atticus - April 11, 2014, 11:36 PM
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RE: blue sky black death - by Atticus - May 05, 2014, 11:56 AM
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