“You can stay it’s fine,”
Seth was sure he would eventually have to run or stop what he did. He knew deep down that what he did with the humans wasn’t right, at least that part of his personality dictated it was something evil. He thought he could think now on the future but it was difficult. The idea of being alone was equally calming and horrifically depressing. Seth meant it when he said he hadn’t felt a Lenio connection yet. It was there, subtly. In acceptance, in curiosity, in friendship with only certain wolves. But Kali and Seth could just pick up where they left off. Only family could do that. True family. Was it worth it though to gain back those members he thought were just that, and then to equally suffer from the ones who tormented him? Made him feel so worthless.
All the words stunned him to silence. His ears twitched to her excitement, a pleasant awareness that this made her happy. It was easy to feel. And he felt his own body react in kind with a small smile. He opened his eyes, “up root…” he chuckled at that, gaze looking around the mixed matched space filled with hand-me-downs, and objects people gave him to make the space. Seth owned nothing to his name. What uprooting would that even be? The only thing that felt off was about Eve. Maybe she’d want to go too. Travel a bit, get out of the woods like him.
“I have no idea,” he said tired, offering a shrug. “I have only the walls to remember. Anything would be exciting I suppose.” It was all he could say on the topic, knowing he brought it up and much rather listen to her ramble on than have him speak on things. He pushed up from the couch, gritting his teeth a second while he moved towards the large bed he had. Pulling out a sketch book from under his pillow he held it out for her. Inside was a pang of nostalgia to Seth in similarity to Kali and her travels. It was profiles of all the members of their old pack. Catching their silly faces, mostly kids. Even a younger Armand speaking at a dinner in front of a table was in there. It was all he had. Every little memory that he got back he sketched it.
“I don’t know how I remember how to do this, I use to draw a lot when I was little. I remember thinking about it in the cage, these…moments of awareness. Always alone when they surfaced, and I’d scratch a claw into the stone…” he shrugged, “I need new memories. All I have is stone walls, so much darkness. And those. A family who claims to not want me, when all I want is to come home. Maybe seeing other places would help me? I don’t know… we belong here. We will come back, but leaving doesn’t sound too bad if I am not alone.”
When she was given the okay to stay the night with him, she let out a soft sigh of relief. She was glad she wouldn’t have to spend the night out in her car, but she would have to deal with her father in the morning after he told her not to leave the house. Of course, she didn’t need to tell him about her near death experience that night. All he had to know was that she stayed the night at a friends house. She figured that would appease him since she had been mainly keeping to herself since returning, despite him trying to get her to go out and rekindle old friendships.
“Hmmm...I think I can see you having some fun in London! London is one of my favorite places to go. It’s beautiful and there isn’t a strange language you would have to learn. They have different slang than us, but it’s mostly the same. There’s a few clubs that are run and owned by other werewolves and they always tell me to come back whenever I leave. There’s so much to do there in London. Sometime soon I’ll have to stay the night again or you can stay the night with me and I can show you my photo album filled with pictures from my adventures. You draw beautiful things. I’ve really taken to photography, so I take pictures of beautiful things.”
Watching him get up and walk away, she frowned at the pain she could see on his face. When he returned to her, she took the sketchbook and started to look through it, smiling as she looked at their ‘family’. Everyone from Ultio was in it. Armand, her father, Maura, Maura’s mother. When she came upon a picture of her own mother, she froze and stared down at the picture. “You drew her so perfectly. She looks so young...” She fought back the tears and turned the page, smiling when she saw a drawn picture of herself when she was younger. “Jeez, did I really have chubby cheeks that big?” She let out a soft giggle and turned to look at him, a small smile on her lips. “You’re very talented Seth.”
Kali closed the sketchbook and set it to the side before turning to face him again. “Let’s save up then. We can save up our money from working on the farm, I’ll buy you a new sketchbook and then we’ll leave. We can go and travel the world and you can make and draw new exciting memories. It’ll be fun and then when we’re done, we’ll come back here. How does that sound?” The idea sounded perfect to her. She wanted out of Winlock so badly and she would do whatever it took to get out of there. Seth going with her just made her want to leave that much more, not only for herself, but for him. He needed to go somewhere where people didn’t know his past and where they wouldn’t judge him or torment him like their ‘family’ did.
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