Post by ASHER HART ELLIS on Jul 27, 2013 6:43:04 GMT
i gotta get my head together soon
The weather in Manuka had been completely awful the past couple of weeks, at least in the firetamer’s opinion. He hated rain, almost as much as he hated snow. Basically anything falling from the sky was bad. Who liked gross, damp, cold weather? Only crazy people. Maybe it was because Asher was a firetamer and rain was against everything he stood for. Asher preferred heat, dry climates, and places that rarely rained. He had had his lifetime fill of rain after his couple month stint in Oregon and he had really hoped he could’ve avoided it for the rest of forever. Of course, he really should’ve considered moving somewhere else other than Maine for that, but things were starting to get interesting in his hometown and he wasn’t ready to miss it.
For now though, Asher would just have to deal with the rain. He couldn’t deal with his family for a long period of time. It was suffocating. While Conley was prouder of Asher than he had ever been in the kid’s entire life, Asher could still feel his disappointment. Yeah, Asher was now the son his father had always wanted him to be, but he had gotten to this point because he had fallen in love with a human. It was like Conley couldn’t trust him to not run off and do that again, despite Asher’s display of hatred towards humans time and time again. His sister could do no wrong, of course, and Aiden was off in London or whatever he was doing, so Asher practically had his father’s full attention. He didn’t want it, that was for sure.
It often drove Asher out of the house on long walks with no particular destination, even in this disgusting weather. He wasn’t about to let a couple of rain drops (or a slight downpour, as the case may be) trap him in that home for another minute. At this point, he really didn’t care if he was completely soaked through as long as he didn’t have to endure another distrustful stare from Conley when he thought Asher couldn’t see him. It would make Asher go mad. What more could his father want out of the kid to prove he was loyal? He was really running out of ideas by this point. But better he wander around alone than say something he’d regret to his father. It’d only set Asher further back at this point.
A gust of wind brought a fresh sheet of rain to pound against Asher’s back. Annoyed, the firetamer flipped up the collar of his jacket to stop any more rain from going down the back of shirt, ducked his head down to keep the rain out of his eyes, and shoved his fists into his pocket. His common sense was telling him this walk was just stupid of him while the stubborn part of Asher was telling him to continue. Kid had his point to make and he couldn’t just turn around and go home. He would admit though, it’d definitely be easier if he had something to distract himself from the rain. Being left with his own thoughts was never a favorite of Asher’s. Things didn’t turn out well when he was stick with nothing but rehashing his memories and mistakes. It was why the kid was almost always seen interacting with someone, regardless of whether it was of the positive or negative sort. And when he couldn’t be, Asher normally found alcohol to steal from somewhere and it kept him otherwise occupied.
Just as Asher was thinking he could really use a distraction, one found its way into his life. As he passed an alley, he heard a whimpering from it. On a normal day with people all along the sidewalk, Asher would’ve kept walking. Never would’ve hesitated. He didn’t show a softer side when there was witnesses, mostly because he liked to believe there was no softer side. But when it was just Asher? That was another story. He glanced around quickly, even though he knew there’d be no one else who was fool enough to be in this rain, and then backtracked towards the alley. It took a couple of moments for him to spot it, but then Asher found the source of the noise cowering against one of the alley walls, even more soaked than Asher himself was. The poor dog.
He had always been a dog person, even if the kid had never been allowed to have one when growing up. Asher would constantly try to bring home strays, despite the fact that Conley always kicked them out. It would appear that the new Asher still had the same soft spot. Kneeling down, Asher lightly whistled and held his hand out to the dog, not wanting to seem threatening to it. “Come here boy,” he coaxed, alternating between that and the whistle. It took some time, but eventually the dog felt it could trust the firetamer and got up to walk over to him. It was in worse shape than Asher had thought. The dog’s coat was scruffy and you could clearly see his ribs. He had been out here for a while, clearly. Asher searched for tags but couldn’t find any on the dog. Now he was stuck with what to do. He couldn’t take the dog home, but he also couldn’t just leave it here on its own. Pound maybe? But those didn’t always seem like the greatest places either.
<3For now though, Asher would just have to deal with the rain. He couldn’t deal with his family for a long period of time. It was suffocating. While Conley was prouder of Asher than he had ever been in the kid’s entire life, Asher could still feel his disappointment. Yeah, Asher was now the son his father had always wanted him to be, but he had gotten to this point because he had fallen in love with a human. It was like Conley couldn’t trust him to not run off and do that again, despite Asher’s display of hatred towards humans time and time again. His sister could do no wrong, of course, and Aiden was off in London or whatever he was doing, so Asher practically had his father’s full attention. He didn’t want it, that was for sure.
It often drove Asher out of the house on long walks with no particular destination, even in this disgusting weather. He wasn’t about to let a couple of rain drops (or a slight downpour, as the case may be) trap him in that home for another minute. At this point, he really didn’t care if he was completely soaked through as long as he didn’t have to endure another distrustful stare from Conley when he thought Asher couldn’t see him. It would make Asher go mad. What more could his father want out of the kid to prove he was loyal? He was really running out of ideas by this point. But better he wander around alone than say something he’d regret to his father. It’d only set Asher further back at this point.
A gust of wind brought a fresh sheet of rain to pound against Asher’s back. Annoyed, the firetamer flipped up the collar of his jacket to stop any more rain from going down the back of shirt, ducked his head down to keep the rain out of his eyes, and shoved his fists into his pocket. His common sense was telling him this walk was just stupid of him while the stubborn part of Asher was telling him to continue. Kid had his point to make and he couldn’t just turn around and go home. He would admit though, it’d definitely be easier if he had something to distract himself from the rain. Being left with his own thoughts was never a favorite of Asher’s. Things didn’t turn out well when he was stick with nothing but rehashing his memories and mistakes. It was why the kid was almost always seen interacting with someone, regardless of whether it was of the positive or negative sort. And when he couldn’t be, Asher normally found alcohol to steal from somewhere and it kept him otherwise occupied.
Just as Asher was thinking he could really use a distraction, one found its way into his life. As he passed an alley, he heard a whimpering from it. On a normal day with people all along the sidewalk, Asher would’ve kept walking. Never would’ve hesitated. He didn’t show a softer side when there was witnesses, mostly because he liked to believe there was no softer side. But when it was just Asher? That was another story. He glanced around quickly, even though he knew there’d be no one else who was fool enough to be in this rain, and then backtracked towards the alley. It took a couple of moments for him to spot it, but then Asher found the source of the noise cowering against one of the alley walls, even more soaked than Asher himself was. The poor dog.
He had always been a dog person, even if the kid had never been allowed to have one when growing up. Asher would constantly try to bring home strays, despite the fact that Conley always kicked them out. It would appear that the new Asher still had the same soft spot. Kneeling down, Asher lightly whistled and held his hand out to the dog, not wanting to seem threatening to it. “Come here boy,” he coaxed, alternating between that and the whistle. It took some time, but eventually the dog felt it could trust the firetamer and got up to walk over to him. It was in worse shape than Asher had thought. The dog’s coat was scruffy and you could clearly see his ribs. He had been out here for a while, clearly. Asher searched for tags but couldn’t find any on the dog. Now he was stuck with what to do. He couldn’t take the dog home, but he also couldn’t just leave it here on its own. Pound maybe? But those didn’t always seem like the greatest places either.