love the timeline implication of charles being at a different event/party with pierre and then ending up at max's party like we all talk about lestappen but the real thing is has anyone seen pierre
My Night Lord gets nightmares it seems. So I woke up to my bed full of Night Lord. He did let me pet him until he calmed down, which is new. Also let me brush and braid his hair. He doesn’t like anyone putting sharp objects near his neck, so no haircuts.
No wonder he was a little grumpy today. He threatened the mailman for bringing so many bills. I can understand the urge.
After a round of moving rocks from the south field so it can be plowed, a plate of fruit pastries and coffee, he’s napping with his Raven buddy in the guest room. I put up blackout curtains there so it’s nice and dark. Raven can’t do stairs right now, but he’s recovering. In good spirits, it seems. Really enjoying a soft bed, warm clothes and fresh food.
Probably good thing the police called saying they are coming to interview my boys tomorrow instead. My Night Lord is not up to people today I think.
As for why the delay, I have surprising news.
Oh, you won’t believe this! They caught a team of poachers trying to steal a nest of wild Space Marine neophytes from the woods. How?
It seems the rumored giant Night Lord in the woods is real.
He rode a moose into their truck like some sort of nightmare version of Lady Godiva, then ate their tires, scaring the shit out of them in the process. Literally.
Staying until the cops were almost there, then ran off.
Based on the footprints, either someone crossbred Night Lords and clowns, or he is taller than a Carcharadon. The teeth marks suggest the latter.
The neophytes are fine, authorities will be keeping an eye on the nest in case more people try to catch them.
Mercury Retrogrades aren't always about dodging people!
Sometimes its a chance to update where you stand, get things off your chest and be HONEST once and for all, wether it's an ex or not!!!!
Stop running from the clarity you need and the progress that can happen when you speak up for yourself! Often times the theme of Rehashing comes up during Retrograde periods and we tell each other not to entertain it! However, I'm encouraging you to evaluate more intricately if it's truly "rehashing" or if it is a progressive conversation that needs to happen.
Here's a couple examples of identifying rehashing vs. progressive dialogue : *Key : (RH) = rehashing / (PD) = progressive dialogue*
example #1 :
(RH) : both parties are repeating the same things without any new perspectives, information, opinions to offer
(PD) : the same topics/themes may be discussed, but there is a change in perspective or opinion, more vulnerability, more information exposed
example #2 :
(RH) : you already know your truth/the reality of the situation but are still looking for some form of closure or "answers"
(PD) : knowing you have moved on/ need to move on, but not holding a grudge or seeking "answers" or change if a discussion happens. Being able to stand in your truth & reality without leveraging it in the hopes of change. This is progressive because it reaffirms where you stand without you having to back down from what you've already experienced and know to be true.
Rehashing usually reinforces the problem.
Progress moves past it and offers solutions, answers and clarity.
Price and Laswell stood behind the observation window outside Johnny’s hospital room. Johnny was laying there with a breathing mask and a steady heart monitor. Price’s eyes kept returning to Johnny’s scar on his forehead like it was a target in a sniper scope. While Laswell explained the next steps for the sergeant, Price couldn’t stop thinking how much would change. Not just his team, but Johnny.
A new life, a civilian one. Putting him back in the field wasn't safe. The damage had been done and Makarov was to blame for taking one of his best soldiers from him. Knowing that Johnny wouldn’t be returning to the 141 was a hard pill to swallow. Once Laswell finished her briefing, the captain not meeting her gaze a single time, she sighed.
Kate set aside the tablet staring at the man she had shaken hands with and joked with over comms only a few days ago. There was too much danger trying to put Johnny back in the field right away. He would be monitored while living his normal life, but she knew for John, it was like losing a son, a good friend. Johnny had died to save John, and millions of people too. He would never know that.
“Don’t go blaming yourself John, none of this was your fault.” Laswell told him.
“I’m not blaming anyone except Makarov. He pulled the trigger.” Price clarified.
Price stood some distance from Johnny’s new home. How much his life had changed. It was good to know he was doing well. According to Simon the instincts were still there, but that was to be expected. He watched as once again, Johnny left the house, but this time there was a newcomer. Kyle had taken notice of them during one of his check ins. Ever since the kid had been tagging along with Johnny, sometimes even staying the night. Johnny was strict with her but he wasn’t unfriendly, and the kid didn’t shirk work. As the two came out of the house, Price almost couldn’t believe how much Johnny had changed. Still wearing shirts and jeans, but no Mohawk in sight. One word and he had the kid hurrying to the car to climb in while he ducked back in to retrieve something and came back out. Was that still the recruit he’d assessed all those years ago? The same sergeant who was ready to blow a hole through Makarov’s skull in a helicopter?
Johnny got into the vehicle and pulled out of the driveway. Price waited a while before wandering back to his own vehicle. It was a bit of a walk, since ther wasn’t a very good place for him to park without catching someone’s attention. Before he got very far, another car pulled up on to Johnny’s driveway. An older man around Price’s age came out and rang the bell. No answer of course. Then he knocked on the door. And then again. Then he started raising his voice. John’s interest was piqued so he approached.
“MacTavish you in there? Need to talk to you. Come on just open the door, I need to see my niece. Y/N?” The man called to the vacant house.
“Problem sir?” Price asked, making the man turn around. There was no signs or reports of Johnny getting into trouble. Johnny didn’t leave the house very often and there hadn’t been any confrontations with anyone.
“And you are?” The man asked.
“A friend of the resident.” John answered. The man was about to ask where Johnny was, but John cut him off. “He just left.”
“You know when they’d be back?” The man asked. A few observation John made about the man before him. First he was expecting his niece in the house, which meant he was related to the teenager who had hurried off with Johnny. Next, he was wincing a little despite the sky being cloudy. His tired voice told John, the man was likely coming back from a hangover.
“Couldn’t say.” Price responded, folding his arms and shrugging his shoulders. The man sighed and shuffled past Price. Price turned intending the leave the man without any more interaction. Shame, could have been a lovely conversation. He was stopped.
“You wouldn’t happen to have his number would ya?” The man asked half way in his car. Why not just call his niece, surely she owned a cellphone?
“Mind if I ask why?” Price replied. Not that he was going to give it up, it would blow his cover and identity too soon.
“My niece can be difficult sometimes. She has some work to help me with today and probably went off with your friend to get out of it.” The man exclaimed.
“Afraid I can’t.” Price said shrugging. The man grumbled somewhat flippant about the answer, before shutting the car door and driving off. Oh boy, what had Johnny gotten himself into? Price was proud of him, for trying to help the kid. The uncle seemed to be a difficult man, he just hoped it wouldn’t escalate.
Your phone rang. It was your uncle but before you could answer Johnny had his hand out.
“It’s not mom.” You told him. Your mom had gone away on a small trip, a friend having called her for a bit of light work. It was at least something to add to her resume. Before hand you’d gotten her complete permission to stay with Johnny. Wouldn’t stop your uncle from using you as a little errand runner. By now Johnny had seen the texts and heard the phone calls. This was the first time he’d be answering. His hand opened and closed indicating he didn’t care who it was.
You gave in and handed him the phone. He pulled over to answer it. “Hello.”
“Kid you better be home in the next hour or-“
“Holy shit, is my voice that bad?” Johnny asked, looking at you.
“MacTavish? What are you doing with y/n’s phone?” The uncle asked, astonished.
“Well she’s currently running around a construction site with no protection so I figured ya wouldna wanner phone damaged.” Johnny said sarcastically. You giggled at that.
“She has work to do. I can send her the list if you’re passing a grocery stor-“
“Not happening. We have work to do today and this client has our schedule pretty full. Don’t worry we’ll be back in time for dinner. Y/n will text ya when we head back.” And without another word he hung up. You smiled at him and took your phone back. Johnny got back on the road and you sat back, scrolling on your cell.
“How long is this work?” You asked, breaking the silence.
“They want help with getting the framework of a housing unit set up. Don’t worry there will be work for you.” Johnny said, ruffling your hair. You swatted at his arm playfully.
As Johnny kept driving he started to think more about you. There were still nightmares and you had been present for some. He told you more about his own past, even showed you the conspiracy room. Now it was a small private past time discussion. Even after all that, even after pinning you down in a panic after waking from a fit you still stayed. Your mom was sweet too, coming by with baked goods for Johnny from time to time or to offer some help around the house. Johnny had a good life.
Despite it all, something was still eating him. The past was unknown and it raised too many questions. At the very least he knew he’d been a soldier and still carried the mindset. As for what he did, it was still unclear. What had gotten him shot in the head? An execution, a good shot, or a lucky sniper? Why didn’t anyone tell him? Johnny mulled it over whenever you didn’t notice. It was almost an hour or so drive to the location so it would be a lot of thinking. At least you had something to keep you occupied. Johnny mainly had his thoughts.
"What's wrong?" You asked. Johnny was pulled out of his trance. You noticed he was wincing slightly. Like he was trying to get something out of his head, like some awkward memory.
"Just thinking." He said.
"...is that why it's smokey in here?" You teased. Johnny gave you a soft punch to the arm, making you laugh. He seemed to forget the questions in his head for a bit after that.
Johnny found you when the day was done. You’d done as much as you could with what they could give you. Danger and age don’t go too well with construction, but the skills the others workers had taught you would prove valauble for the future. He didn't say it but it was part of why Johnny invited you. You'd expressed interest in building and creating, so maybe the trades would be a good place to make money. It didn’t stop you from helping when you could. A few of the other workers commented that Johnny had a good daughter. That was a little awkward, but you appreciated the compliment.
Johnny found you sitting outside the small portable office of the contractor. The way she ran things was pretty simple, coming and going and collecting pay hand to hand. He knocked on the door before hearing a muffled, “come in”.
Johnny ushered you inside and you see the familiar employer. Fair faced with sharp eyes, short black hair, buttoned shirt and a Russian accent. Nice enough lady but she made you uneasy sometimes.
“Here for your pay?” She asked Johnny and then noticed you. You get the sense she isn’t fond of you. When you walk in, she acknowledges you politely enough. With Johnny there's a bit more friendliness, a how are you added to the hello. Her face seems to light up slightly when Johnny appears, and then it vanishes the moment you come up next to him. It’s not something you’ve discussed with her about, though you've mentioned it to Johnny. Johnny concluded it was because you were younger, being taken on with some reluctance.
“We are.” Johnny said. The woman looked at you again, but her face was different. It wasn't the usual, calm, "ah, yes" type of expression. Her brow shfited for a moment, as if her interest had been piqued. It was brief, and you were probably the only one who caught it. The woman returned her papers, sorting through them. Unfortunately, she seemed to be struggling. Sometimes she ran out of copies of the forms that needed to be signed.
“My apologies MacTavish, I haven’t had a chance to make more copies.” She said, sounding a little stressed.
“Donnae worry bout it.” Johnny assured her.
“I have your address, I can bring them around when I have a chance.” She offered.
“Works for me.” Johnny said shrugging. You stood there awkwardly, not sure wehether to speak up or let the awkward small talk continue. They chatted for a bit, as he made sure she did in fact have the right address and information. He also made sure your information was on there too. You noticed the employer seemed to keep glancing at Johnny while you waited off to the side. The woman didn’t smile very often but she did with Johnny. Your mind put two and two together a bit ago, but this was plugging it into the calculator.
“Need anything else?” Johnny offered, straightening.
“No that’s fine. Have a good night.”
“You can just call me Johnny.” Johnny said, and led you back outside. You looked back at the employer for a moment, seeing the tale end of her looking away from the two of you. Despite her blank expression, her shoulders seemed tense, her eyes flicked over for a split second before you faced forward again, pretending not to notice.
As soon as the door shut to the portable, Milena wanted throw the fold up chair. Keeping her composure around that bastard set her teeth on edge. For fucks sake, if it weren’t for the brat being present she might have stabbed him the throat with her pen. How the fuck was he alive, she didn’t know and didn’t care. She would have his head, and present it to Makarov as a trophy.
Playing the part of friendly contractor was easy enough but not around someone she hated. Not only did she know where he lived but now she could see what it looked like on the inside. It wouldn’t be much but it was still an option. She’s also finished writing up a contract for Johnny to sign which would ensure some sweet karma.
If the kid was collateral so be it.
You finished calling your mom as the wind whipped up outside. It made you a little tense. Your uncle was still at the house and you half hoped he didn’t bother with preparations for tonight. Johnny didn’t like you being alone with your uncle, and with the storm coming he didn’t want to risk anything. You and Johnny had made some pizza and taken it downstairs to the basement.
“Your mom is safe?” Johnny asked.
“Yep.” You sat next to him on the couch, with both of you in your own blankets. A hurricane was supposed to hit. There were plenty of snacks and tonight was for you and Johnny alone. You’d had a few of these nights, where you helped him with cooking, and sometimes making snacks. The tv was on and you sat back on the couch, relaxing. Your uncle had plans outside of town, Johnny was fine looking after you.
The wind was a howling pack of wolves, with rumbling boulders overhead. It did start to alarm you, making you look to the window from time to time. When the flashes were followed close by the thunder Johnny gave you a strict order to stay downstairs. There would be some damage to his house but he could handle that. Damage to you was another story. He didn't want to worry about that.
Johnny noticed you tensing and going very quiet. You did that when you tried to keep a brave face. Another flash and you were sitting up straight instead of sinking into the couch. Johnny leaned over to put his hand on your shoulder, making you flinch.
“Aye, you’re fine. The hurricane won’t get us down ere.” He told you. Then there was thunder and it was very loud, making you yelp in surprise. Johnny doesn’t bother to ask before pulling you close. You don’t hesitate to cling to him, while Johnny sighed. A little childish, but you didn’t always have the help you needed.
“Is okay.” He assured you. You ended up laying on his chest while he continued watching the tv. He had to fidget a little, feel some discomfort in his shoulder. The storm was pretty bad already. He was waiting for the power to go out. The rain always brought back some soreness in his shoulder where a scar was. You suggested it was from a mission where it rained. Johnny could recall being shot but not the why or the who.
You were shaking and Johnny wrapped his arms around you. “I gotcha…I gotcha.”
“I know. I know.” You muttered. Then the power went out. You sat up but Johnny told you not to worry, and left the room to go to the circuit breaker. It was pretty dark, the late hour and the cloudy skies leaving little light for you to make out anything. You were on the couch by yourself. Johnny had vanished into the darkness of the room.
Johnny could still hear you, even with the loud storm outside. You were making some noises like whimpers and he was still trying to find the right switch. There was a loud crash and a scream, and Johnny rushed back to the couch seeing nothing but a pile of trembling blankets. Nothing was broken, no damage to anything, only rain beating against the window. Johnny sighed quietly, coming over to the sofa.
“Gonna pick ya up.” He said, hearing no protests. He carried you in the blankets to your bed, but you don’t let go. Johnny knows what you want, and he’s uneasy about the idea. Not only is he older but the last time you tried to wake him from a nightmare he nearly choked you out. Honestly, he doesn’t want to be alone tonight either. You’d be safer in the same room. Johnny pried you off, and gave in to your silent request.
Johnny laid in bed while you remained curled up next to him. Damn he’d gotten attached. So attached your uncle had been trying to imply that he was sweet on your mom. Your mom wasn’t Johnny’s type though. Your uncle had tried to imply other things, but Johnny just shrugged it off.
As he stared at the ceiling, hands under his head, you whispered some more ideas for the wall. They were joke ideas, like him being a part of Area 51, or having his memory wiped so he couldn’t reveal government secrets, etc.
“Maybe that’s why you keep thinking someone is watching you.” You suggested. It wasn’t in the over enthusiastic or joking tone you usually gave. Johnny turned his head to you. “I didn’t tell you cause I was worried you’d want me to stay away… but my uncle mentioned a friend came by to your place when he was looking for me.”
Johnny sat up a bit, more alert. Someone had come by? That was maybe a week ago. He’d boiled it down to paranoia, intending to go to his therapist and discuss getting some medication to help.
Steamin Jesus, he wanted a normal life, one that didn’t have him second guessing everything. He wanted answers, and there were people who could give them to him. Another rumble of thunder overhead and you shuddered. Johnny reminded you the hurricane wasn’t going to get you. You were safe. He wasn’t going to let his watchers hurt you either but he didn’t mention it. Instead he tells you to try and sleep. He would need your help with the damages tomorrow.
Hold on! So Seoyun is not just a fan girl but Minho actually saved her from committing su*cide? She's from future too?!! Ooooh the plot thickens. Now I understand why she's obsessed with Minho.
