-: Open Post : Look at What It Might Have Been :-
It's been a shockingly quick nine months since Brett turned up on the Mansion lawn. In that time he's been mostly floating in a figurative limbo, unwilling to commit to living here, unable to break away from it. He misses his pack, he misses his friends, he misses his mother and he misses his girlfriend - he wonders if they miss him, if they've noticed that he's gone or if time really does work differently like he's been told. He wonders if there are letters from Andie stacking up on his writing desk, if his mother has demanded that the pack search for him, if they've filled his spot on the football team. He should be running drills at the summer camp right now, hunting with his pack, driving down to the Frankton movie theater with his friends, living a normal life.
As normal as life gets for someone like him, anyway.
It's not that he's normally given to sulking, and he's been distracting himself the usual way: running, be it on two legs or four. He lets the rhythm and the sun on his shoulders bring his mood back up where it needs to be, enjoying the simple pleasure he found a long time ago as one of his favorites. It still happens, though, when he sits down on the porch or the banks of the lake to let his muscles jump and burn in satisfaction, remembers that he'd normally be texting right now to find out evening plans, commiserating over homework during the year, running plays in his head to memorize them. He still misses home.
He's trying to make this home, but he can't find the way to turn it so it fits where home should go.
[OOC: Brett is all over the place both physically and emotionally. Feel free to encounter him anywhere, any time of day, human or wolf, and I will try to match the mood you set! I am so sorry for how slow and absent I've been lately but life should have settled down enough for me to keep up if y'all have some patience with me. I'm hearing Brett's voice pretty strongly right now so this should work out.
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As normal as life gets for someone like him, anyway.
It's not that he's normally given to sulking, and he's been distracting himself the usual way: running, be it on two legs or four. He lets the rhythm and the sun on his shoulders bring his mood back up where it needs to be, enjoying the simple pleasure he found a long time ago as one of his favorites. It still happens, though, when he sits down on the porch or the banks of the lake to let his muscles jump and burn in satisfaction, remembers that he'd normally be texting right now to find out evening plans, commiserating over homework during the year, running plays in his head to memorize them. He still misses home.
He's trying to make this home, but he can't find the way to turn it so it fits where home should go.
[OOC: Brett is all over the place both physically and emotionally. Feel free to encounter him anywhere, any time of day, human or wolf, and I will try to match the mood you set! I am so sorry for how slow and absent I've been lately but life should have settled down enough for me to keep up if y'all have some patience with me. I'm hearing Brett's voice pretty strongly right now so this should work out.
Title from here.]