[oom] Coming Home

[riversinger]

It's still dark when she wakes, but dawn is already lightning the sky.  She dresses in long skirts, her favourite wool sweater, and her grey woollen shawl.  And her field boots.  The lakeside is rocky, and they're practical

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[captainryan]

He can hold his form into the sunlight, if he's awake to do so. He wasn't, this morning, instead curled up in his den with Damocles keeping their heat under the blanket.

The sun's up quite a ways when he steps out of the forest, arrowing for the Caribbean inlet. There's still blood in patches over his skin, places where he and Damocles missed cleaning last night. The clothes he's in are clean, though, if wrinkled. His shirt's on inside out and his jacket's hanging over one arm. The wind picks up, bringing her scent to him, and his head snaps up as he thrusts his nose into the breeze.

River! Damocles and he exclaim at once. The Doberman trots in her direction, Ryan not far behind. Both their mouths hang open in identical canine grins.

[riversinger]

She's tucked up under her shawl, but she manages to slip a hand out to wave to them, grinning broadly, relief and joy all mingled up in one.

He has clothes on. For some reason she didn't expect that. Then again, she's not quite sure what she had expected. Last month, he came home as if he'd just returned from the bar. She hadn't pressed.

As he gets closer, she can see the blood on his face and for a moment, she thinks he might be injured. No. His gait is easy and relaxed. Something (someone?) else's blood, then.

The sight can't wipe the smile from her face. She's seen worse.

[captainryan]

Of course he's wearing clothes. It's cold out and he hasn't got any fur worth speaking of in this form. Hence why he was headed for the inlet. It's the warmest place to get clean out here.

Richard meets her with a kiss that hints of petrol. It quickly turns into a nuzzle as he rubs his stubbled chin against hers, happily pulling her into a hug. Damocles bounces around them, knowing better than to jump on anyone, though he keeps trying to push between their legs.

I didn't bring you anything, Richard admits as the dog worms his way in, earning a pat from the alpha.

[riversinger]

She leans into him, rubbing her cheek and chin against his, grinning. "Missed you," she whispers, her tone fierce to match her scent.
relief gratitude joy desire longing loveneedwantyou

Her hand strays down to touch Damocles' head, needing to touch him as well.