Caspian Finn (crowisfear) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-01-21 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric draven, macklyn warlow, zz:status complete |
Seeing double (Macklyn)
Eric sighed.
He settled into the atmosphere of the cliff and watched the land expand before him. Behind him sat their house, the one he had built for them and the one that now seemed not to matter. No longer were they trapped on this island. No longer did they have to live in such basic accommodations though he would hate to see the place go unused.
It was almost as if the dinosaurs themselves sensed the changed. The trees were quiet, still. Not a leaf shivered. Not a saur cried into the daytime. It was strange. But as much as Eric loathed a cityscape, part of him welcomed the familiarity of it. Except for the part that lead him to believe that some of his past had finally caught up to him.
Bran had flown ahead to assess the danger. Eric had never expected the scene the bird saw. Bran had seen him, and Peter. It had sensed Peter's need for stability and comfort, thus the black avian had flown a circle around their friend to offer comfort. And before Peter had stood...Eric. Himself. He that seemed different. The Dark Avenger couldn't imagine what world or time that part of him was from, as familiar as it was, and yet he knew. They shared the same memories to a point. But that didn't mean Eric liked the idea of having another of himself running amok in the city.
That could be dangerous considering they didn't know exactly what to expect.
And so Eric sat patiently. He watched the city through Bran's eyes and weighed the challenges presented before them. They could do well in a place like that. Function better. He and Macklyn. His mate deserved much more than ancient flora and fauna. But Eric wouldn't move without Macklyn. If Macklyn wanted to stay here, they would stay. If he wanted to explore the tall concrete buildings and cityscape, then they would go together and forage a new existence there. But he would let Macklyn decide.
Bran cawed, perched upon a Directory. This place, apparently, was called The City, and it was waiting for them. Eric could feel the subtle pull. He wondered if Macklyn felt it too.