#owen angst

[angelsandarsenic]

You know how Owen went on a murderous rampage pretty much right after he was turned and then went to sleep for 200 years?

He never got the fledgeling experience. He probably didn’t even get to properly acclimate to being a vampire. Like when kids have to grow up too fast because they don’t have a parent who will take care of them. Of course he’s still so damaged by losing his sire, he’s a 200 year old fledgeling.

[localfandom]

what has she done

wake up babe new mumbo angst just dropped

[strandowen]

[leowendeparkes-blog]

I'm fine- No, these days I tend to lie

He tried to forget about the ripping sounds of that night crashing in his only place of solitude... well, books were more of that than his actual job. At least they always were... until now. Reading just seemed like a bad taste at the moment. On the a good note, he got to steady his hands after he put them to work with cleaning the shelves, and arranging the contents. Once more, thrice, and again. Yet his mind always strayed back to the guns and fire. Back to the scent of blood, burning and running among the screams that echoed with the night. He was lucky enough to come out of it a bit scratched... but alive. The idea was to keep the hatchet thrown at him and bury it. Bring out that English resolve and move on. Like the motto: Keep calm and carry on... He wasn't calm. How in bloody sakes was he going carry on? At least the other people in town had each other. While he... well it was really simple, he was no one. And that seems to be the role he was most fitted for. Never the courageous one or the one that mattered. Always the one that trembled. So much for being optimistic old boy.