#augdrabble

[ofviolentdeath]

@pettythieveswithpotential Feel free to yell at me because I know, I know, I’m RUDE.

Her hand hovered in front of the door, a million memories flooding her as she stood there. There was a time she didn’t have it knock, a time when she had the keys and could just walk right in. This used to be her home, and a part of her still ached over losing it. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t the same girl, wasn’t even the same species she had been. It didn’t matter that she had Jack and Katina for parents now. August was always going to be her dad. 

Swallowing hard, Layla knocked twice, lower lips already quivering as she waited, trying to keep herself from running. Coming home after so long was hard enough, but it pained her deeply to know that only one of her dads would ever get to have this moment. Chase should have gotten the same chance. 

August frowned as he neared the door, the scent strange enough to make his nose wrinkle. It was rare for anyone to show up there, even more so for it to be someone less than human. Still, he opened the door slowly, not expecting to see a ghost from his past standing there. 

“H-hi,” she mumbled, fingers tugging at a strand of her dark hair as she tried to meet his gaze without flinching. 

His knees gave out and he didn’t bother to try standing. She looked so fucking much like his kitten, sounded like her, but the scent was too different, too much like the boy that had taken his baby from him and it was fucking with his head. 

Hearing him whine broke something in the girl and she moved forward before hitting her knees hard, unable to keep from breaking down. 

“I’m so sorry, daddy, I’m so, so sorry,” she wept, wanting to cling to him like she had her entire first life. 

What resolve August had shattered at her words and he was scrambling forward, wrapping around the girl and hugging her as tightly as he could. He knew reincarnations happened, but he had never expected anyone to give him back his Aislynn. 

He couldn’t bring himself to speak over the swell of emotions, but he could, at the very least, give her this.

“I won’t go away again, I promise. I promise,” she choked out, burying her face against his chest. She had needed this more than she realized. 

[ofviolentdeath]

30 Days of Drabbles::August and Aislynn

It wasn’t the scent of blood and death that had August glancing around before slipping into the house. Honestly, the smell of flesh already beginning to rot made him want to run in the opposite direction. But there was a baby crying and he couldn’t leave it. Not when he could smell shifter beneath the gore. 

The woman had been shot execution style, her dark hair stiff with dried blood. The stench was enough to make him gag, but seeing that little girl lying next to her mother’s cold body was too much. She was screaming her lungs out and no one had bothered to come for her. No one had bothered to come for either of them. 

Quietly, he scooped the baby up and carried her from the room. He was gentle as he rocked her, trying to soothe her tears, but he knew she had to be starving and uncomfortable. 

It hadn’t been hard to find the diapers or clean clothes, all of the stuff for the child was neatly arranged in a bright pink room. It had been years since he had tended to a baby, but he managed well enough with getting her cleaned and changed before making her a bottle. 

While she ate, August looked around the room, the name Aislynn was spelled out in little wooden blocks glued to the wall. It must have been her name. 

He doubted there were any legal papers on the child. His kind wasn’t fond of paper trails or human doctors for a reason. Once she was asleep and settled, He rooted around the house for things to take. A car seat to carry her in, a duffle bag filled with clothes and diapers, formula, and a handful of things that belonged to her mother. He could never replace what the child had lost,  but he could, at the very least give her a good life. 

Once the baby was safe, he could make arrangements, get the right papers forged, give the child’s mother a proper burial. But for now, all he cared about was making sure the baby was safe.