Tell me that you're alright Who: Madeleine and Zaviar Where: Zaviar's home When: Mid-afternoon
There had been many full moons in Zaviar's life and there was one thing that each and every one of them had always had in common: he never remembered a thing that happened from the moment the sun went down until it came back up again. Sometimes he even lacked a few hours after that thanks to whatever had happened while he was shifted. It was the one thing about being a bitten were that he could absolutely not stand, and also the one thing he would never tell anyone he disdained. Why? Because it would mean admitting out-loud that he had been born nothing more than a measly, pathetic human. Not that it should count since he had never been one in his own memories, but some people saw things the wrong way and needed to be persuaded. Which was why he did not admit to being a bitten and let it be believed instead that he was a born. The people who knew the truth were what was left of his family, biological and foster, with a few more in the know because something had happened that gave it away. Or, in a few very rare cases, they knew because he had shared it with them. Zaviar did not share details about himself lightly and he most definitely did not tell people what managed to bother him. Every full moon that he had known Madeleine, when she was there, he made light of the full moon with the confident belief that nothing would happen. He would not subject himself to a cage, never again would he be put through that, so what else was there to do but believe everything would go as it should? In the past there had been nothing. The full moon was the one night when he could completely let go without even the vaguest concern in his head for what would happen. People would die or they would not, he would change them or find no one, but it was therapeutic for him. It was a better medication than anything else that existed in the world; it was pure and utter freedom where he did not even have to think, he just did. It was tied for the best feeling in the world in its sheer lack of feeling.
Now, as he leaned against the counter - completely uncomfortable in this skin even though he was just in a muscle shirt and a faded pair of boxers - and watched the timer on the oven count down, Zaviar was re-evaluating that position. This had been the first time since he had left the foster system that something had happened to him on the full moon that actually lingered over the day after. Unless one counted what he had done to Darcie and multiple others, but he never did since that was a gift they should be grateful for. This time... Zaviar had woken in a daze closer to nightfall than daybreak, covered in dried blood with an ache in his head that would not go away and no idea of where he was. His attempts to reach where he had parked were in vain and he had ended up passing out again. Whatever had happened - and it frustrated him to no end that he would never know for certain what that had been - it had been bad. Bad enough that it had taken over a day for him to recover enough to get to the car and get home, to say nothing of sending word that he had survived to Madeleine and a warning to Antonin not to bother him. He had gotten the vaguest sense that Madeleine was very concerned. 'You were gone a day and a half after the full moon; we were all worried,' Knight tossed in. The familiar had greeted him very enthusiastically, having known that of course he was alive, but now he was sitting by the window that looked out to the driveway, waiting for Madeleine. 'She's growing your pup, she's the right to be.'
The oven dinged and Zaviar gave Knight no reply as he opened the door and pulled out the chicken lasagna. He was more interested in the two eggs he had in a bowl on the table, but he would have some of this. Being ravenous was a common occurrence for the first few days after and he had not eaten at all yesterday; his stomach felt like it was going to eat itself. 'Madeleine's here!' Knight let out an excited bark, instantly at the door with his ears pricked up and tail wagging. "Don't jump on her," Zaviar informed him, setting the pan down before he went to open the door. Normally he would have waited, or just had Madeleine let herself in, but he had worried her and he knew it. He was attempting to make up for it because he was very well aware that this was the sort of thing he should feel guilty for, and that might actually have been a stir of guilt swirling around in his head. Somewhere he had heard that it was bad for an unborn child if their mother was stressed and the were was almost positive Madeleine had been exactly that since the full moon had gone without word from him. She was a fire elemental and experience told him they were high-strung enough without any help. "Madeleine," he greeted when she was partway up the walk, part of him wondering if she was going to do what the television - and Antonin - suggested women did when they had been irritated by someone's actions and slap him. He hoped not, it would likely hurt her hand. "It's good to see you. There's lasagna ready if you're ready to eat." She had said she was starving after all.