Arrow Lake Hold it, even though it kills you slowly
Private  August 15, 2019, 12:17 AM
Takiyok
Diaspora
Centurion
@Mahler
I was thinking backdated to 8/8?
No rush or anything! Just when you have time <3


She patrolled the borders like the general had requested. The sun had just started to peak over the mountains, and she knew it meant the cool morning air would soon become much warmer than she preferred. Even now, as cooler temperatures promised the imminent and welcomed end of summer, she still found the daytime much too warm for comfort. 

She paused as she came to a grove of spruce trees that hugged the edge of their territory, inspecting an outlying tree to make sure the scent didn't need freshening. Guilt and embarrassment swelled in her stomach as the Kapitän's scent filled her nose. She hadn't really avoided him per se—that was almost impossible in a pack like theirs—but she had been careful to avoid situations where they would be alone, as well as keeping their conversations to strictly pack stuff. If there had been any hint that he might ask about her strange behavior at the lake, she would have found some excuse to suddenly be busy. Luckily, she had four children to raise, and that kept her genuinely busy most of the time anyway. Sure, it was not the most mature way to handle it, and it certainly was out of character for her to withhold her true feelings regarding anything...but what could she do? How could she tell him the truth? That would mean fessing up to how she really felt about him, and the thought of being that vulnerable in front of someone, honestly, scared the shit out of her. Mahler had somehow infiltrated much farther beyond her carefully constructed walls than she had realized, and it made her feel too exposed. She was still messed up over Sia's betrayal and abandonment, and the thought of letting someone else have that much power over her again was more than she could handle. 

Not to mention, the other leg to their little tripod happened to be the father of her children; there was nothing romantic about her feelings for Stigmata, she respected and loved him as a she would a family member, but still, she couldn't help but feel like it would make things weird. Clearly, there had been plenty of time for her to overthink absolutely every aspect of her feelings for the Kapitän and the awkwardness she had created because of them.

She would be lying if she said she didn't miss how things were between them before she made things weird, but she just didn't see how they could get back there. 

She released a harsh breath, closing her eyes and shaking her head. Then, she continued into the trees, growing irritated that her go to distraction had done little to quiet her mind this morning.

Inuttuk
Common
...but she awoke to the cold death of her hopes

August 16, 2019, 05:31 PM
Mahler
Diaspora
Kapitän
        since their interlude within the water, mahler and takiyok had maintained an affably terse relationship, with none of the former warmth that had categorized their interactions. busy as he had become with tending the ailing trench, the gargoyle was perhaps less available than before, utilizing the child as a convienient reason to withdraw from the winterwhite.
        and dragomir ... ! anger rose chokingly within him whenever he thought of the boy and his dire injuries, injuries that need not have been sustained had only the stupid flighty woman stayed within the mountains.
        he was being unfair, mahler knew, and for that he pulled back his notion of the dove as foolish. the father of her children had abandoned her; she had been alone in diaspora, and had found herself the sole leader of her small family. he must not judge her too harshly, though some small part of the shadowpriest would forever loathe the day that aurewen and vercingetorix had ever darkened diaspora's borders.
        a clutch of spruce trees ahead; mahler happily passed into their cool shade, and here the fresh fragrance of takiyok tugged despairingly within him. she was close, the gargoyle knew; he hesitated a moment, lavender eyes following the trajectory of where she had walked. would she want him near? or would their meet only be strained as all the others before it?
        mahler decided it mattered not; her presence had always been a balm to him, and so selfishly pressed forward after the winterwhite until he saw her pale frame in the distance. again he held back; again he lengthened his gait and came to her side, silent, wary.

[Image: 2711649b07fc604164cb120b1b417fa3cf47bccc_00.gif]
August 20, 2019, 04:21 PM
Takiyok
Diaspora
Centurion
She scented him before his hesitant approach reached her ears, and knots formed in her stomach where there had once been a soft fluttering of anticipation in response to his presence. She stiffened a little when he entered into her space, but quickly forced the tension from her muscles when her sideways glance noted a wariness about him. This was not how things were supposed to be between them, and she hated that she had created so much awkwardness. 

She was unsure what to say, so she said nothing, surprised at how easy it was to fall into their old patterns. Despite the confusing shit inside her head, she managed to find some peace in his presence after a few moments as long as she didn't let her mind dwell on anything for too long. But, soon her anxieties began to creep back in, and she began to wonder what conclusions he had drawn—how he had tried to understand her weird behavior without any explanation from her. She could tell this all had put more strain on the already stressed leader, and so, of course, she felt guilty for that. She had only ever wanted to be a source of comfort and companionship for him, but her stupid heart had gotten in the way, and now, she wasn't sure what to do.

She tried again to push the thoughts away, focusing her attention on moving through the trees and monitoring the borders. She hoped that in this moment at least, he might be able to find some distraction from everything, even if she was failing miserably at her attempts to do the same.

Inuttuk
Common
...but she awoke to the cold death of her hopes

Yesterday, 06:54 PM
Mahler
Diaspora
Kapitän
        takiyok allowed him to her side, but the coolness remained. it seemed they were each heavy with their own thoughts, and so for some time he was silent, trekking along the various trail and noting what was to be seen. each step drove a nail into his heart; several times mahler fought the desire to glance sideways at the fierce woman, for the set of her jaw was resolute, and she had shut him out.
        having not anticipated how he would ache outside such a barrier, the shadowpriest was unsure in his very marrow of the words to choose, quite unlike him. and finally, after so many handfuls of moments had come and gone, mahler paused in his walking and lay his seeking lilac stare upon her.
        "i vish ... i vish that you vould speak to me again, takiyok," mahler murmured, unable to keep the note of yearning from his throat.

[Image: 2711649b07fc604164cb120b1b417fa3cf47bccc_00.gif]