Herrick Turner (14_to_life) wrote in shadowrises, @ 2016-02-12 17:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dillon turner, character: herrick turner, status: in progress, type: thread |
Who: Herrick and Dillon
Where: Home
When: Friday after this
What: Succumbing to the nagging wife.
Stay far from timid. Only make moves when your heart is in it. And live the phrase ‘Sky’s the limit'.
It probably wasn't Dillon's intention but when his wife asked him to come home, Herrick did, with thoughts of mothers on his mind. His real mother was very dead but he'd come to the conclusion that Poppaea wasn't even someone he should be considering his mother anymore. He called the vampires he made his children, Dillon was his wife, so his sire should be his mother. Volumnia. Abra. Whatever she was calling herself at the time, that was the woman who was responsible for him. She wasn't amazing or awesome or accepting and loving or any of the things Dillon had said about his own mother.
He slipped into the house, pushing the front door closed behind him. He didn't bother to call out that he was home, he'd told Dillon he'd be there in ten minutes and his wife had probably heard him coming up the drive. He tugged his gloves off, pushed them into the pockets of his coat and hung his coat on the rack. Leaving his boots at the door he took one step off the rug in the entryway and then paused before, with a small smile, he untucked his shirt from his pants and began unbuttoning it. He was sure Dillon was somewhere in the house half naked himself.