Post by Damon Carter on Mar 26, 2016 10:41:19 GMT -5
"You're welcome," Damon said. But after niceties were exchanged, a tenseness filled the gap between them, and Damon didn't know what else to say. It was almost a little awkward, even putting his encounter with Skylar aside. Their initial meeting had been tumultuous, what with both of them fighting for safety. Dannie had been the glue to unite the pair, and once she passed, enough shit happened to where an uncomfortable distance had formed, a wedge. He didn't think particularly ill of him--he never had. They just had spoken so infrequently, due to constant battles and their own devices, that now that they had time to actually sit and speak, Damon didn't know what to say.
Sleeping with Skylar didn't help matters, of course, but it wasn't as though he forced her. Perhaps that was the part that settled in his stomach so heavily in the first place: it wasn't all Charles's blame to take. If Skylar didn't want Charles, hell, if Skylar wanted him, she wouldn't have slept with him in the first place. Or at least that was what he had to assume to keep himself grounded. It was something that cut him deeply, a hard pill to swallow, but there was nothing that he could do about it now.
When Jace came back to try and aid them in their fight but found it to be over, they ultimately walked back to the house in silence. Damon didn't know what to say to him, either. He felt like everyone knew, and he was the fool who had pined after a woman who didn't want him until it became very apparent that that was the case. Perhaps he was being unfair, and it was just his hurt clouding his judgment. As they approached the house, his immediate instinct was to go and check on Skylar, check on Walker, but he had to fight that urge and push it off. He wouldn't know what to say to her, either. He felt that responsibility, something that had become normal for him, slowly shifting onto the man who gave it to him in the first place. He saw it all happening before his eyes, but there was nothing that he could do about it.
He walked back onto the property with the pair, and he started to walk back to his car. Before the situation with Skylar going missing, he had been trying to change the oil to keep himself distracted. He rubbed the back of his neck and remembered that he wanted to ask Amarie for an oil pan, but as he walked towards the back of the house, he saw Tobias doing circles, but Amarie was nowhere to be seen. Off on the horizon, just outside the line of the yard, he was Nicole coming back up the grass, still armed. And it looked like people were behind her, strangers, also armed. Damon hadn't gotten a chance to speak to her, barely knew her name, but he knew that she had said she was alone. Perhaps this was her group, perhaps this was a threat, but Damon wasn't about to surrender a home they barely had secured to them.
"Hey," he said to Charles, and reached out to tap him on the arm twice with rough knuckles. "Company."
For all he knew, these two could be people from the farm that Nicole was helping back home. There were endless possibilities, none of which he was familiar with thanks to their short time spent on the farm, but if there was anyone who would know, it was Arden. He moved past Charles and into the house, confident that if they really were a threat, they wouldn't make it past Tobias and Charles before Arden was alerted. They were both fierce as hell and ready to fight for what was theirs, and Damon had a feeling that after the battle last night, neither were in the mood to deal with any bullshit.
Arden was upstairs with Amarie, who was leaning against to doorway to Skylar's bedroom. The sight made him furrow his brow, but he could deal with that later. Right now, they had much bigger fish to fry. "Arden, Nicole is coming back with two people, a man and a girl. Dark hair, through the yard. Armed. You know them?" He had a feeling the answer was no.
Sleeping with Skylar didn't help matters, of course, but it wasn't as though he forced her. Perhaps that was the part that settled in his stomach so heavily in the first place: it wasn't all Charles's blame to take. If Skylar didn't want Charles, hell, if Skylar wanted him, she wouldn't have slept with him in the first place. Or at least that was what he had to assume to keep himself grounded. It was something that cut him deeply, a hard pill to swallow, but there was nothing that he could do about it now.
When Jace came back to try and aid them in their fight but found it to be over, they ultimately walked back to the house in silence. Damon didn't know what to say to him, either. He felt like everyone knew, and he was the fool who had pined after a woman who didn't want him until it became very apparent that that was the case. Perhaps he was being unfair, and it was just his hurt clouding his judgment. As they approached the house, his immediate instinct was to go and check on Skylar, check on Walker, but he had to fight that urge and push it off. He wouldn't know what to say to her, either. He felt that responsibility, something that had become normal for him, slowly shifting onto the man who gave it to him in the first place. He saw it all happening before his eyes, but there was nothing that he could do about it.
He walked back onto the property with the pair, and he started to walk back to his car. Before the situation with Skylar going missing, he had been trying to change the oil to keep himself distracted. He rubbed the back of his neck and remembered that he wanted to ask Amarie for an oil pan, but as he walked towards the back of the house, he saw Tobias doing circles, but Amarie was nowhere to be seen. Off on the horizon, just outside the line of the yard, he was Nicole coming back up the grass, still armed. And it looked like people were behind her, strangers, also armed. Damon hadn't gotten a chance to speak to her, barely knew her name, but he knew that she had said she was alone. Perhaps this was her group, perhaps this was a threat, but Damon wasn't about to surrender a home they barely had secured to them.
"Hey," he said to Charles, and reached out to tap him on the arm twice with rough knuckles. "Company."
For all he knew, these two could be people from the farm that Nicole was helping back home. There were endless possibilities, none of which he was familiar with thanks to their short time spent on the farm, but if there was anyone who would know, it was Arden. He moved past Charles and into the house, confident that if they really were a threat, they wouldn't make it past Tobias and Charles before Arden was alerted. They were both fierce as hell and ready to fight for what was theirs, and Damon had a feeling that after the battle last night, neither were in the mood to deal with any bullshit.
Arden was upstairs with Amarie, who was leaning against to doorway to Skylar's bedroom. The sight made him furrow his brow, but he could deal with that later. Right now, they had much bigger fish to fry. "Arden, Nicole is coming back with two people, a man and a girl. Dark hair, through the yard. Armed. You know them?" He had a feeling the answer was no.