Fringes of Life | Mason & Kearia
Mason had been traveling on his own again. What else was new? Catriona had found him a few weeks back, checking in on him, but he had quickly brushed her off. He knew why she kept an eye on him, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. She had good intentions. Intentions that Mason didn’t believe that he deserved.
He was walking through the park at night -- a habit that his insomnia helped to create. The fae wasn’t sure which was better -- the insomnia or the nightmares. No matter which option he chose, sleep sucked.
After running his fingers through his curly brunet hair, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his pea coat, making to walk over the bridge to the very edge of the park. There -- he saw a girl, rather engrossed in her laptop. It was such a strange sight, given the hour. He stopped a few feet from her, giving a soft chuckle. “Needed somewhere terribly quiet?” His accent sounded even more Scottish to his ears then. He guessed it was from disuse. It wasn’t as if he had a lot of people that he spoke with.