[ Open | Incomplete | In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. ♪]
Who: Deacon Frost, Open [That means you kiddies.]
When: Outside, Very late evening / Early Morning
Where: Solamente Park
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Thinking Time...
He had found himself settled on a bench in the middle of the night watching the horizon. It wasn't something he had done for a long time-- sure he had his occasional moment's back home where he'd settle on that steel and leather couch and look out over the city-- but recently he had been so busy up until his death he hadn't had the time to. Arriving here had been much the same, one thing after another. Buffy, Mercury, the building collapse, turning Nill, all the events falling into place like domino's. Every so often even a man like Frost needed to take a moment and clear his head; he did as well in chaos as he did his own strict order, but he didn't enjoy smothering himself in either. Leaning forward he propped his elbows up on his knees, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and bunching with the movement. Hands interlaced and he rested his chin down on his own knuckles.
"Huh..."
Buffy; Fuck he really wasn't sure what the hell was going on there. One minute it was great, the other she was crumbling. The varying emotions were on a scale he just wasn't used to, and they confused the hell out of him most of the time. Mercury was easier to handle, only because it had been established where they stood. Friends. It was an odd thought to him, but he could accept it. She would be his friend as Quinn had-- except he might actually keep her form dying this time. He could deal with her as a friend; in a place like this perhaps it was best he was associated with someone other than just Buffy-- with the unsteady ground she was on he didn't want to make it any worse. The building was just that, an inconvenience and a catalyst but nothing to be said or done about what had already happened. Nill; he really wasn't sure there was anything he could change in that situation either. He had Sired her and he would teach her what she needed to know. Keep her fed and protect her as she learned to adapt to what she was-- and that was that. She would be trapped a child for eternity, but he hoped she would find that better than being dead. Then again she believed in god, so maybe not?
He tilted his head forward, shoulders straightening, as he pressed his lips against his knuckles. Cold against cold. He should get moving soon, but he really didn't feel like it. Even though he knew he was just thinking himself in circles, at least it gave him a moment to think. to sigh. To breathe. Perhaps even to worry.
When: Outside, Very late evening / Early Morning
Where: Solamente Park
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Thinking Time...
He had found himself settled on a bench in the middle of the night watching the horizon. It wasn't something he had done for a long time-- sure he had his occasional moment's back home where he'd settle on that steel and leather couch and look out over the city-- but recently he had been so busy up until his death he hadn't had the time to. Arriving here had been much the same, one thing after another. Buffy, Mercury, the building collapse, turning Nill, all the events falling into place like domino's. Every so often even a man like Frost needed to take a moment and clear his head; he did as well in chaos as he did his own strict order, but he didn't enjoy smothering himself in either. Leaning forward he propped his elbows up on his knees, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and bunching with the movement. Hands interlaced and he rested his chin down on his own knuckles.
"Huh..."
Buffy; Fuck he really wasn't sure what the hell was going on there. One minute it was great, the other she was crumbling. The varying emotions were on a scale he just wasn't used to, and they confused the hell out of him most of the time. Mercury was easier to handle, only because it had been established where they stood. Friends. It was an odd thought to him, but he could accept it. She would be his friend as Quinn had-- except he might actually keep her form dying this time. He could deal with her as a friend; in a place like this perhaps it was best he was associated with someone other than just Buffy-- with the unsteady ground she was on he didn't want to make it any worse. The building was just that, an inconvenience and a catalyst but nothing to be said or done about what had already happened. Nill; he really wasn't sure there was anything he could change in that situation either. He had Sired her and he would teach her what she needed to know. Keep her fed and protect her as she learned to adapt to what she was-- and that was that. She would be trapped a child for eternity, but he hoped she would find that better than being dead. Then again she believed in god, so maybe not?
He tilted his head forward, shoulders straightening, as he pressed his lips against his knuckles. Cold against cold. He should get moving soon, but he really didn't feel like it. Even though he knew he was just thinking himself in circles, at least it gave him a moment to think. to sigh. To breathe. Perhaps even to worry.