August Summers (looktome) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-11-19 01:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-29, august, trent |
we are the ones that keep the watch
Who: August and Trent
When: Early Morning
Where: SOHS grounds
It was day two and August was feeling like a failure. Despite the fact that there was nothing he could do – at least nothing that the authorities hadn’t tried a hundred times over – he still felt as though he was letting his family (and his pack) down by not having Lotti and Kyle out sooner. Though he may have been falling short on his vow to fix the situation at the high school, he was still keeping at least one promise: he hadn’t left the school grounds since he arrived and wouldn’t until everyone was free. It had been surprisingly simple to do so. The Summers Pack had claimed a small patch of grass that was as close to the school as they could get without being sent away. August was a constant fixture there; the fact that he sent others home to get “real” rest was the only reason there weren’t more pack members with him, filling up the space. With the constant stream of those leaving and those coming to stay for a few hours, there was always someone bringing something the others might need (blankets, sandwiches, magazines, etc.) The only ones he couldn’t reason with were his family, namely his siblings. Jo was having none of his encouragement to go home and wait things out and Farren had threatened to hit him (and delivered on it) if he so much as opened his mouth with the intent to persuade her from staying. The only person that he hadn’t actively tried to reason with was Trent. For all their differences, August still knew certain things about his brother. Not only were Lotti and Kyle just as important to him, but he was also a paramedic and he would help anyone who came out of that school needing it.
Unfortunately, August hadn’t really gone out of his way to speak to his twin regarding anything else since this all began. It wasn’t intentional, at least not anymore. He had grown so accustomed to staying out of Trent’s way that it became almost second nature. The time would come for them to talk and, seeing as they were the first ones awake, that time seemed to be now. With two of the sandwiches in hand, August approached the place where Trent had taken post. As he took a step beside his brother, he extended one of the sandwiches toward him. “It’s no bacon and eggs, but it’ll work.” He then took a seat near him; he didn’t need an invitation to do so. “How much sleep did you get?” If any was the unspoken follow-up. For his own part, August was sure he hadn’t gotten more than an hour or two. His mind wouldn’t let him relax enough to sleep and when he did, his dreams were fitful. A part of him wanted to reach out to Trent, to know that he wasn’t alone in his extreme worry, but there was another part of him that needed to believe that he was the only one who could be so deeply stressed.