Alexander Mingan (puppy__love) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-07-08 22:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-19, alexander |
You toss all the mornings lost to the clouds and you watch it go
Who: Adam and Alexander
Where: Berry Days Festival
When: Noontime
It had been a weird couple of days for the werewolf. It wasn't everyday that he bumped into a bitten were and get attacked on the spot. He still hadn't told anyone about it, not sure how people would react to it. Granted, his whole family was freaking out over the death of Claire, even though they didn't know the girl, but Alexander remained calm. He felt for Gabe, though he never had a mate himself. Part of him wanted to text the kid and make sure he was doing alright, but perhaps it was best to give him some room to breathe. And then another part of him wanted to call up Bella and vent to her, but... no, he couldn't. His childhood friend already had enough to juggle around in her life and he didn't want to be a burden to her. True, she appointed herself as the sole person who kept him in order, but he didn't want that to feel like a job. Alex had to stay strong, like a typical alpha male. Right now? He totally wasn't feeling it.
Right now, all he wanted to do was chill outside, enjoy some music at the festival, and maybe curl up and write a short little poem about his current emotions. Writing always seemed to help him out when it came to dealing with his emotions and problems. At least a piece of paper wouldn't lecture him or ignore him. So with a journal tucked under his arm and a pen hiding somewhere in the back pocket of his jeans, he wandered around the festival for something to eat before sitting down to write. Alex actually genuinely looked like he belong at some local festival of some sort with the way he was dressed - old, worn jeans with holes in them, an oversized shirt, a snug beanie, and several prayer beads dangling from his neck. Oh, and no shoes. Fuck shoes, he was a hippie! As he aimlessly wander around, he felt his bare foot step on something. Blinking, he glanced down to catch a glimpse of a journal. Well, it wasn't his, seeing his was still under his arm, and it definitely did not smell familiar. After picking it up, he searched around the crowd to see if he could pick up the scent of who it belonged to. Thankfully said scent wasn't that far off and the mystery owner was only ten feet away.
"Hey man, I think you dropped this," he tapped the guy on the shoulder while extending the journal out to him with a smile.