Malachi Lestrange (![]() ![]() @ 2010-10-21 16:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: benjamin macnair, character: malachi lestrange, date: october 2000, place: private residence |
RP: Leave your fears behind, and try to take the path less traveled by...
Date: October 21, 2000
Characters: Ben & Malachi
Location: Ben's place
Public/Private: Private
Summary: While Malachi stays at Ben's home, they have a talk about Malachi's recent endeavor into the Class.
Status: Complete
Malachi hated it here. It wasn't Ben. Ben had hospitality, just willingly letting him stay in his guest room when he showed up when Malachi would have been happy to take the couch. He went to bed alone and woke up alone, knowing why he was in a bed he wasn't supposed to be in. He missed her and Truth. He'd gotten used to having them around, liking them. Ben worked a lot, either at the sanctuary or with Gwen out back. Part of him was glad Ben was busy, seeing how he wasn't in a good mood to pretend to be nice. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to be with her, but he'd walked out. He hadn't believed her and she had said she didn't want him around if he couldn't. The only way he knew he could be sure was to go ask someone else. Going to Ben after that part of the argument probably didn't help anything for him.
He spent most of his time when he was here and not at work or trying to preoccupy himself with other things, moping around. Dropping down on the couch after work, he thought he should go again before Ben got in. Maybe he could just go to a bar or something - anywhere but here. It'd be better than being forced to think that if he wasn't going back, he didn't have a home or a place to go. He couldn't stay in Ben's guest room forever and wouldn't allow himself to. If it was over, he had to pick himself up again and move on. The part that made that impossible was he wanted to go back now. Trying to pull things that wasn't Lavender to think about, he thought about his job, his artwork that he'd put off continuously, and his new involvement in the Class of the Chrysanthemum. It was strange to know he had been a meeting, would go to more, would take part in their activities and want to.