Paz stood hunched over his desk, head in his hands. Ughh, his mood was ruined. Working on this commission wasn’t helping anything. Hell, he’s just… thrown it against a wall because it wasn’t going well.
He straightened up, dragging his hands across his face. He mumbled a small sorry before making his way over to the now pretty much broken commission, picking it up off the floor.
His fins lowered, anger forming into disappointment. That’s mostly what it was anyways.. he was disappointed with himself. He’d failed Beckett now for.. what, the third time? He failed to teach him or keep him safe all those years back. Now he’s just.. not him. Not who he’s meant to be.
..
.. Fuck, for gods sake get out of your head.
@deep-in-the-w4ter









