Rook Bones {will have vengeance} (neverbethesame) wrote in obliviaterpg, @ 2019-10-10 19:08:00 |
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Rook felt...stagnant. Like he and his father were just treading water. He distracted himself with training and hookups, but he felt like he was just biding his time. Sometimes the distractions were enough to get through another day, another week, but sometimes they weren't, making him wonder just what the hell they were doing. Bones had his hands full with Order things and Order rescue missions, and Rook participated without exception, but none of that was what he was there for. He was there to kill some very specific Death Eaters, just like he and his father had talked about, but they weren't doing any of that, and he felt like he was being wasted on these children running around the house. He'd been feeling that way yesterday, and when training didn't make him feel better enough, he went looking for something else. Trouble came in the form of a blond named Jack or Jake or something, it wasn't important, all that mattered was that he was tall and lean--almost as tall as Rook himself, which was a rare find--and most definitely a tourist from somewhere, and now he had a fun story to tell his friends about when he got home. Rook, meanwhile, didn't get back to the house until so late it was almost early, which meant sleeping in and still not getting enough sleep, which meant the first thing he did when he got up was go down to the kitchen for coffee. And of course, since it was late in the morning, there was none left so he had to brew more. The wait was agony as he leaned against the counter, wearing the sleeveless shirt and sweatpants he usually wore for training (as the basement was his next stop), thankful that no one had yet disturbed him--quite a feat given the collection of bystanders that seemed to grow with each passing week. |