Laken, Larken, LJ (forevermidnight) wrote in initiative_logs, @ 2020-05-12 13:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: charlie weasley, char: laken vaisey |
Who: Laken Vaisey & Charlie Weasely
What: Managing the rage
When: 12 May, early evening
Where: Out and about Diagon
Rating | Status: Low | Complete
Like everything in his life the last few days had been a duality for Laken. On one hand his wolf was both appeased and settled from finally being able to release it's frustration in an actual way rather than having to suppress it in order to maintain his cover. On the other hand the entire principal of the matter pissed Laken off on a new level. The sheer inhumanity of it all had him raised up all over again and he was ready to come out again swinging. Because just because this happened once, didn't mean that it was never going to happen again. In fact, Monday morning when he returned to work he found himself sneaking into the "out of order" men's room on the third floor. The scent was back with new ones. At least he knew what it was this time. And while there wasn't a lot he could do in this moment, Laken knew at least he could monitor it. It was no where near enough for him at the moment, but it was what he could do along side what he was already doing and gathering up intelligence. And boy, was there a lot of information to sort through over the last two days. People talking about the attacks, the escape, general gossip and hatred, fear...it was overwhelming to say the least. There was a part of Laken that wanted to start screaming that it wasn't the wolves' fault because of how clearly mistreated they were. Treat anyone with that level of inhumanity and it was bound to turn them into something like that. On the other hand, he also understood their fears. It was a lot. It was overwhelming, and it was one of the few times in which Laken had left work in a horrible mood. There were honestly days where Laken wondered how the hell he marinated his cover like he did. The fact that he often pretended to be buried in paper work also helped, because people tended to leave him alone if he was 'swamped with work'. So there was that as well.
But even coming home, had him itching to move. He cooked an early supper for himself but even after cleaning up he still felt that itch. He knew exactly what it was, and the solution was either tear up his apartment again, or go for a long run. Since he'd really rather not clean up the mess tonight, he changed and decided to go for as long as he could, hopefully, leading to a full nights sleep. He tried his best to clear his mind as best as he could and enjoy the movement of being able to go for a run and being out in the fresh air. It only sort of worked, as he knew that it was mostly a bandage until he could give the other guy what he really wanted, but good enough for now. By habit as he ran he paid attention to his surroundings and noticed a familiar figure not to far in front of him. Huh.
An idea sparked in Laken's mind. The conversation with Charlie had been interesting and he'd allowed himself to be more honest with the other man than he had been with a most people. It was hard to tell the motivations the other man had, Laken had hoped it was genuine, becasue it wasn't often that he ran across people who actually spoke up for people like him. Not that Charlie would ever know the truth, but Laken decided that it might be worth investigating further. If it turned out to be a ruse, he had ways of making Charlie disappear. But, he sincerely hoped that it would never come to that. So, Laken spread up a little bit until he was beside the other man. "Couldn't stay inside either?" he greeted with a friendly half-grin putting back on the skin of her persona so easily it should be startling, but just came second nature at this point.