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cavetales2013-01-28 02:48 am
kobolknight) wrote in cavetales2013-01-28 02:48 am
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Sanctuary: Face the Facts
Series: Sanctuary
Version: Post Normandy by a few years
Characters: James Watson
Rating: G
Warnings: James being a broody broodster
“Don’t give me that look,” James said with a look at the confused looking two-headed cerberus in front of him, pouring himself a drink before limping over to his chair and sitting down on it, “She’s not coming back, and there’s little I can do to change it.”
The Cerberus, still confused looking as a dog could be with two heads, merely followed and sat down in front of him, heads resting on his knees with equal saddened looks as he seemed to take in the words and James sipping his drink before looking into the fire. His own sitting room was kept warm by it, and on that particularly rainy day it was a welcome distraction from how miserable a day it was, weather aside. At least it was warm, and with the only other source of warmth being the dog with his heads on his knees well, he would take what he could get.
“She does what she likes with little care to what she leaves behind,” his voice was starting to crack, to show how much the day had worn on him and the Cerberus paused in his looking sad to shift one of his heads to try, and succeeded in, getting one of James’s hands to scratch one of the heads ears as he talked. “And I doubt she’s coming back this time, she seemed rather determined to set out on her own.”
Not that he particularly cared of course, Helen was Helen after all, right? She would always do what she wanted, and what she thought appropriate, and if James happened to not share those thoughts than that was his problem not hers.
Not that his dog understood that, which is why he kept it to himself. Even if his love was unconditional, he still didn’t want to confuse him even more about all of this. Plus there was always that chance someone would over hear him and he didn’t need that.
“It’s just going to be us for a while I’m afraid old boy,” he tried to smile for the dog but it didn’t work and instead he took another sip of his drink as he looked back at the fire, “I’m not a particularly good catch after all these years, and I doubt we’ll find you a friend anytime soon.” And when that got a soft whine from the dog he smiled rather sadly, as much as he did enjoy his staff, and they were his staff here, he had to remember that now, they weren’t the same as what the dog was, or even Helen.
Though no one could match Helen.
“Perhaps we’ll visit her sometime,” he mused quietly and he looked down at the dog who looked a touch hopeful, or perhaps he was looking to much into it but he liked to think the dog was looking hopeful, and he went back to scratching after having paused for a moment to think. “After all can’t leave her alone can we? Gets into too much trouble without us, can’t have that.”
Though a quiet part of his mind did remind him that yes, one day he would leave her alone, that one day he would die, but that part was swiftly drowned out by finishing his drink, closing his eyes as he did. No, those were thoughts for another day, another time, when things were far darker than a broken heart and wounded pride and a confused dog. Even if all of those things at present made him want to give up and left him lost.
“This is of course, assuming she’ll tell me where she is. Don’t think she’d take to us barging into her house unannounced after having tracked her down,” though the thought was tempting enough to be put away as an idea if Helen neglected to tell him where she finally settled. He could just imagine her face, and he closed his eyes to better picture it as he set his glass down in order to scratch both heads of his dog. Perhaps it would be better to find her that way, surprise her before the device that kept him alive became so extensive that it bothered his movement more than it did at present.
But the thought did brighten his smile slightly and ease his heart some, and while it wasn’t healed, and it wouldn’t be for some time he was sure, he could imagine visiting her for once and surprising her. Catching her off guard and perhaps spoiling her some, besides it would get the dog out and about and it wouldn’t hurt him to visit wherever she was just in case.
“Perhaps, perhaps we’ll have to do that anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve had a decent challenge.”
Version: Post Normandy by a few years
Characters: James Watson
Rating: G
Warnings: James being a broody broodster
“Don’t give me that look,” James said with a look at the confused looking two-headed cerberus in front of him, pouring himself a drink before limping over to his chair and sitting down on it, “She’s not coming back, and there’s little I can do to change it.”
The Cerberus, still confused looking as a dog could be with two heads, merely followed and sat down in front of him, heads resting on his knees with equal saddened looks as he seemed to take in the words and James sipping his drink before looking into the fire. His own sitting room was kept warm by it, and on that particularly rainy day it was a welcome distraction from how miserable a day it was, weather aside. At least it was warm, and with the only other source of warmth being the dog with his heads on his knees well, he would take what he could get.
“She does what she likes with little care to what she leaves behind,” his voice was starting to crack, to show how much the day had worn on him and the Cerberus paused in his looking sad to shift one of his heads to try, and succeeded in, getting one of James’s hands to scratch one of the heads ears as he talked. “And I doubt she’s coming back this time, she seemed rather determined to set out on her own.”
Not that he particularly cared of course, Helen was Helen after all, right? She would always do what she wanted, and what she thought appropriate, and if James happened to not share those thoughts than that was his problem not hers.
Not that his dog understood that, which is why he kept it to himself. Even if his love was unconditional, he still didn’t want to confuse him even more about all of this. Plus there was always that chance someone would over hear him and he didn’t need that.
“It’s just going to be us for a while I’m afraid old boy,” he tried to smile for the dog but it didn’t work and instead he took another sip of his drink as he looked back at the fire, “I’m not a particularly good catch after all these years, and I doubt we’ll find you a friend anytime soon.” And when that got a soft whine from the dog he smiled rather sadly, as much as he did enjoy his staff, and they were his staff here, he had to remember that now, they weren’t the same as what the dog was, or even Helen.
Though no one could match Helen.
“Perhaps we’ll visit her sometime,” he mused quietly and he looked down at the dog who looked a touch hopeful, or perhaps he was looking to much into it but he liked to think the dog was looking hopeful, and he went back to scratching after having paused for a moment to think. “After all can’t leave her alone can we? Gets into too much trouble without us, can’t have that.”
Though a quiet part of his mind did remind him that yes, one day he would leave her alone, that one day he would die, but that part was swiftly drowned out by finishing his drink, closing his eyes as he did. No, those were thoughts for another day, another time, when things were far darker than a broken heart and wounded pride and a confused dog. Even if all of those things at present made him want to give up and left him lost.
“This is of course, assuming she’ll tell me where she is. Don’t think she’d take to us barging into her house unannounced after having tracked her down,” though the thought was tempting enough to be put away as an idea if Helen neglected to tell him where she finally settled. He could just imagine her face, and he closed his eyes to better picture it as he set his glass down in order to scratch both heads of his dog. Perhaps it would be better to find her that way, surprise her before the device that kept him alive became so extensive that it bothered his movement more than it did at present.
But the thought did brighten his smile slightly and ease his heart some, and while it wasn’t healed, and it wouldn’t be for some time he was sure, he could imagine visiting her for once and surprising her. Catching her off guard and perhaps spoiling her some, besides it would get the dog out and about and it wouldn’t hurt him to visit wherever she was just in case.
“Perhaps, perhaps we’ll have to do that anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve had a decent challenge.”