Swallowed up, hold on tight (iateinsane) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-11-09 13:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [11] november, teagan morgan |
Who: Teagan
When: Right before they go to find the leader of Los Nuhaules.
Why: She hasn't been feeling too good. She finds out why.
Where: The Dog Park (Forward dated to November 5th)
Love comes to you and you follow
Lose one on to the Heart of the Sunrise
SHARP-DISTANCE
How can the wind with its arms all around me
Lost on a wave and then after
Dream one on to the Heart of the Sunrise
SHARP-DISTANCE
How can the wind with so many around me
In twenty minutes they would be headed out, six officers of the Dog Park- off to find Emmanuel and make him pay for the destruction he had caused, the deaths he was responsible for. Teagan had no second thoughts that she would go - she had to, wanted to reap justice from the men that had stolen the lives of men she loved, who had destroyed the lives of women she cared about, who could continue to endanger everything they had worked for, had struggled for, had built.
It was just more complicated now. Less complicated too.
It was a bigger reason to fight.
She’d stared at what she held for a long time, deciding how she felt, how she hadn’t even considered it sooner but there it was - the truth of it was staring her in the face. There was no doubt how it had happened. They hadn’t been careful, they’d been giddy and reckless and now the consequences were revealed to her as plain as they could be in chemicals.
“Darlin’, we have to go.” his voice urged her, as if she was in here getting ready for a date, doing her hair and reapplying her lipstick. Truth was she’d been in here often for the past few weeks. Two often. It had been concerning for Bishop and even more so for her. At first she thought it was a cold, the flu and then she assumed that the stress of everything that was a constant in her life just allowed the virus to persist.
Somehow she’d known all along it hadn't been a virus. She’d just been in denial.
“In a minute, Bishop. I’m comin'” she called out from the tiny room that was considered their bathroom, sitting on the toilet and considering how he’d react, how they would move on, if she should tell him now or when they got back.
Definitely when they got back.
She stood and set what she'd been staring at on the sink
No sense worrying him before they got on the road. It would be good to have something to come back to. It would be even better for her to have something more to fight for when they finally took back their dominance as the meanest motherfuckers in Austin...
This wasn't a problem. It was a reason.
She opened the door and announced, “I’m ready, Babe. Let’s go take some heads.” she reached for her gun and set it in her holster before pulling on her cut. There was always comfort in its weight. Her family flag flying.