03-23-2019, 11:54 PM
Kas was dangerous; of course Raffe understood that, how could he not? But growing up he’d seen so many times how kids got left behind because no one ever took that chance. Drugs and gang life swallowed the innocent whole and spat them out broken, all because they’d had the misfortune of being born poor, or to the wrong people -- or with differences they couldn’t control. Carmen didn’t understand where the forgiveness came from, and he didn’t expect Nox to understand where it sprang from either. Maybe Raffe couldn’t even wholly explain it himself, but it seemed a better way to live than the alternative.
“Well, if you’ve met Oriena, maybe you know why I’m worried about Kas.” He crooked a half smile, but the concern knit his brow softly all the same. Raffe wore feelings like jewellery and was never much apologetic for it. The problem was he didn’t even know where to begin looking, and a week spent fevered in bed had let what had even existed of a trail grow cold. It wasn’t Nox’s problem, though.
“So what you’re telling me, is you have a few scars under there too?” He grinned but refrained from tugging Nox's shirt again as he led the way up the stairs. A hand massaged his throat to fight the chuckle that wanted to leak out. “You know you make me sound like quite the hero. I don’t remember much of what happened to be honest.” He shrugged, not particularly willing to dig through the memories. Maybe Kasun realised enough of what he was doing to reign himself in, or maybe even in the red mist he recognised family. Pack, he'd called it.
“That must have been before you found out what you could do? What’s it like, this channeling thing.” The building that housed the club was grand, old architecture. Though it lacked the decadent decor up here there were still brief flashes of that beauty; high ceilings and ornate cornices. “This is me.” He rapped his fist against the door frame he paused outside. A clear view showed the small room within. Raffe had crashed here from time to time before, but since his injury it had taken on a permanence that gave a little more character to the humble furnishings. A colourful bedspread, a littering of splayed books, and a crowd of plants that sat on the windowsill.
“There are some house rules to cover, but it can wait until after you settle in. You have your pick. We might need to move some furniture around, though.”
“Well, if you’ve met Oriena, maybe you know why I’m worried about Kas.” He crooked a half smile, but the concern knit his brow softly all the same. Raffe wore feelings like jewellery and was never much apologetic for it. The problem was he didn’t even know where to begin looking, and a week spent fevered in bed had let what had even existed of a trail grow cold. It wasn’t Nox’s problem, though.
“So what you’re telling me, is you have a few scars under there too?” He grinned but refrained from tugging Nox's shirt again as he led the way up the stairs. A hand massaged his throat to fight the chuckle that wanted to leak out. “You know you make me sound like quite the hero. I don’t remember much of what happened to be honest.” He shrugged, not particularly willing to dig through the memories. Maybe Kasun realised enough of what he was doing to reign himself in, or maybe even in the red mist he recognised family. Pack, he'd called it.
“That must have been before you found out what you could do? What’s it like, this channeling thing.” The building that housed the club was grand, old architecture. Though it lacked the decadent decor up here there were still brief flashes of that beauty; high ceilings and ornate cornices. “This is me.” He rapped his fist against the door frame he paused outside. A clear view showed the small room within. Raffe had crashed here from time to time before, but since his injury it had taken on a permanence that gave a little more character to the humble furnishings. A colourful bedspread, a littering of splayed books, and a crowd of plants that sat on the windowsill.
“There are some house rules to cover, but it can wait until after you settle in. You have your pick. We might need to move some furniture around, though.”