Langston M. Worthington is a fast mofo (_coalition) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-07-15 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-12, langston, tessa |
Time won't change this damage anymore
Who: Tessa and Langston
When: late afternoon, around 5pm
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak // Bubba's
Work today had done almost nothing for Langston in terms of distracting him. No amount of music or funny little quips with people calling into the station could diffuse that tension that was still lodged inside his chest. Guilt. That's what it was. Because he'd ruined his brother's life. In one fell fucking swoop. It was quite a common thing, at least since that night, for Langston to eat very little. His insides were pretty torn up and tied in knots thanks to that sinking feeling that he constantly got. The feeling that said he had fucked up. Big time. And now the only person who had never turned their back on him was in the same boat as he was. What the fuck was Langston good for if he couldn't even keep Gavin safe after all the times that his brother had looked out for him? It was ridiculous. Now, more often than before, Langston filled his time with drinking. The alcohol was just a crutch, but it helped him muddle his thoughts enough so he could sleep -- his night terrors had come back with a vengeance since the last full moon. It was equal parts horror at what he had done, and fear of what the night would bring once the moon waxed full again.
Langston was in no hurry to take his hybrid form again.
Speeding home from work so that he could get changed and make his way to a bar -- any bar would do -- Langston had his windows down and his music blasting. He found that Linkin Park was quite appropriate for the way he was feeling most days, and today especially. Still, even as focused as he was on singing out the chorus at the top of his lungs, he was still aware enough to notice a pretty woman walking down the street. He pressed his foot to the brake, slowing down to the appropriate speed for this part of town -- no need to potentially hit this woman! Slowing down further, Langston flashed a grin at the dark-haired beauty as he whistled, leaning over towards the passenger side so he could get a better look. "Going my way, gorgeous?" Okay, so that was the lamest of lame attempts, but Langston couldn't be bothered to give a fuck. A woman could be just as distracting as alcohol, right?