Actions have consequences Who: Alex and Tommy(kind of an NPC) and Conor When: Sunday early morning Aug. 3rd Where: The Barking Irish Summary: Alex needs to get her belongings Warnings/Rating: TBD Status: Closed; ongoing
Alex stood at the back door of Conor’s packs clubhouse, hesitant in going inside. Last night had been a huge mess, and she had made it worse. She was suppose to be smarter than that, to think, but she had thought Conor in trouble and she had reacted. It was pure instinct; not only that the fear that Killian might hurt Conor had spurred her into action. She couldn’t lose him again.
She was exhausted, too, and was unsure if she would be able to handle if anyone came at her. To be honest, even if she could handle it she would just accept whatever was thrown at her. She had been in the wrong, she was certain of that.
Her things were in the room that was no longer her room anymore. Conor had kicked her out, maybe even had banished her. She wasn’t entirely sure where this left them. Not too long ago they had talked, professed their love for one another and then after talking of other things, decided their engagement from many years ago was still standing. And still, he had kicked her out. She was hurt and sad and very angry at herself, and a little at him.
The thought of just jumping on her bike and getting the hell out of dodge went through her mind. Screw her things. But, she had been running enough lately; running from the Irish and her dad, she needed to deal with this. She loved Conor, she couldn’t run. She had never been a running before leaving the Irish, she shouldn’t be one now.
With a grumble under her breath, she let herself in. It was early, quiet, she was sure there was a guard or two around but she didn’t see them yet. She was sure, though, that once they knew she was in they’d come. First she went to Conor’s door, the idea of waking him and apologizing and trying to make things right swam through her. She lifted her hand to lay the palm of it against the wood; then pride reminded her that he had tossed her out, he could look for her if he wanted to talk. “I’m sorry, and I love you,” she whispered and then turned towards her room, walking slowly as she looked around.
This could have been her home, the pack her family, and yet she proved yet again that she just didn’t fit. She wanted to, but she just didn’t…