Maija | pointless [Hatchet/Aidan]

Posted on June 9, 2009 by Lessa
[Taggart]
He’s not at one of the fountains, or even on a path. Taggart is sitting in a grassy area, past the lamps that line the walkways, out in the dark. He’s wearing jeans and a plain white t-shirt, wearing his boots, and he’s stretching out. His leg is extended and he’s grabbing the toe of his boot, leaning forward. Then the other leg. The grass is dewy this late at night but he doesn’t seem to notice, or mind.

He is talking, his voice low, to himself. At one point, he laughs, a low chuckle.
[Aidan]
Aidan probably should have gone home after that little bit of insanity over in Lakeview… but he hadn’t done that. Mostly because his adrenaline was up and he had felt like working some of it off by taking a walk. Now he was doing just that, although in hindsight, he probably would have been better suited to run home first and change. He wasn’t quite dressed for hiking.

Didn’t matter. He was walking along on one of the paths with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his expensive, tailored pants… just looking around. At the sky, with its full moon and muted stars. At the trees. At the fountains. And…after awhile… at a familiar shape in the shadows. Aidan paused as he walked, cocking his head to the side and peering in Taggart’s direction. Then he started forward, the breeze rustling his dark green shirt as he approached the seated garou.

“Hey,” was all he said.
[Maija]
Yeah, taking the long way home. She is dumb – dumb enough to try to stab some strange cop on the basis of the way someone she hardly knows reacted to him – but she’s not stupid, and she won’t give anyone the chance to follow her back to the brotherhood.

Thus, she’s doing what she does best. Walking.

She probably had absolutely no idea that she and Aidan are headed to the exact same place – if by different trails, and likely wouldn’t have changed her direction anyway. she doesn’t change now, either- she simply walks. Hands shoved into the ‘roo pocket of her hoodie, her hood up, her steps even and quick.
[Taggart]
That low chuckle comes again, his face in a bright grin. Soledad must be asleep, or out somewhere. He shouldn’t be out here. Not alone, not like this. He looks exhausted, his eyes bloodshot and his throat scruffy rather than cleanshaven. Aidan hasn’t seen him since that night at Lee’s place, not since that night he woke up to find Hatchet in crinos by the wall, a bookcase shattered, the man’s thick gray fur tipped in vivid red, making it look like a bloodied knife or rusted metal. He’d snapped back into homid so fast it was like a blink. He’d yanked his clothes on so fast there was no time to lace his boots, and he’d left.

Now he chuckles, looking over his left shoulder as he stretches, and says: “That copse off the path about a mile up?” Taggart nods, his eyes alight with mirth, his smile half-nervous and half-excited. His voice has an odd, unfamiliar accent. “I’ll be Fast, you be Slow.” Like they’re names.

And then a whisper, as he stops stretching and leans over. “C’mere.”
[Aidan]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 7, 7 (Failure at target 6)
((Perc+Empathy – Shit, he’s acting… just like my mom))
[Aidan]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 5, 6, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7) [WP]
((Oh screw you dice))
[Aidan]
Oscar Taggart isn’t here tonight, please leave a message at the beep.

Aidan had been in a good mood. Really he had. And it was the kind of good mood that was nearly impossible to break. Even when Alexander Vaughn had punched him in the ribs. Even during the fight with the cops. These things had lessened the overt giddiness of it… but not erased it. Aidan had just been given his life back. That was some fucking uplifting shit.

Now, though? His mood…faltered. Stuttered and went idle, to be replaced by one of the most heart-breaking memories of his life: the first time his mom had seen and yet not recognized him. She’d been gone, somewhere. Lost in her own head. And he had been… someone else. Not her son, but whoever she was seeing in her mind.

No… please, not again.

Wherever Taggart was, he was happy. Wherever Taggart had been a few nights ago, he had broken Aidan’s bookshelf. He still needed to buy a new one. Waking up to that particular sight had been… unsettling, to say the least. It was the first time he’d seen a werewolf in crinos since he was a kid.

When Aidan glanced up to see who was walking by, the look on his face was twisted with sad confusion. When he recognized Maija, he opened his mouth to greet her… but nothing came out. Instead, he just looked back down at his sometimes-lover and sighed gently, crouching down in the grass beside where Taggart sat.

“It’s Aidan, Oscar.”

He sounded sad when he said this, and he reached out to put his hand on the other man’s shoulders.
[Maija]
She glances toward the Aiden and Taggart, recognizing the first, but not the latter. Aidan opens his mouth as if to say something, but doesn’t. There’s a hitch in her steps, as she hesitates, briefly.

She doesn’t stop though. Not yet.
[Taggart]
Maybe it’s the touch, or the voice, or something like that, but Taggart does respond. He grins lopsidedly as Aidan crouches beside him, reaches out, and touches the back of Aidan’s neck. When he kisses him it’s soft, and quick, and…actually…rather uncertain. There’s something boyishly tremulous about it, yet covering over that is the sheer swagger of that smile, the boldness in his eyes, which stay open. It’s a brief kiss, but a heated one, hinting at wanting more. Much, much more.

His lips part, as though he’s going to let the tip of his tongue through into Aidan’s mouth, but he doesn’t. He’s taking a breath, and pulling away, his gray eyes silvery with something like adoration. “Je t’aime,” he whispers, as though he’s afraid of anyone hearing it. As though he’s afraid of saying it.

But then he darts forward, pecks Aidan’s cheek, and jumps to his feet, running away with surprising speed.
[Aidan]
That… fucking hurt.

Taggart surprised him with the kiss, and initially, Aidan wasn’t sure how to react. Normally he would have melted into it. Instead, he just… sat there, and then tried to pull away at the end.

“Don’t,” he whispered, even though he didn’t think the other man could really hear him. And then Taggart said Je t’aime, and Aidan actually flinched. As if the words meant the reverse of what they actually did.

Taggart ran, and Aidan stood up, looking confused and uncertain. He looked at Maija, then he looked in the direction that Taggart had run. There was… no way in hell that he’d be able to catch Taggart in the shoes he was wearing. Probably no way he’d be able to do it anyway. Come to think of it, Aidan wasn’t even sure he wanted to catch him. But he bent down and pulled off his shoes and socks anyway, then went bolting across the wet grass in the direction that the garou had gone.
[Taggart]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 8)
[Dex + Athletics: I’ll Be Fast, You Be Slow… // +2 I don’t know where I aaaam!]
[Maija]
And…

yeah. She just keeps walking.
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