Bagage and smashed hopes
Dec. 27th, 2014 11:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bachjonesThe first thing Bach had done was change - no, the honest way - change his mother's car for a pick up truck. Because beds and clothes and other stuff they needed now took a lot of space.
And he liked the heavy, solid feeling of the big blue truck around him. Almost safe.
The second thing was shave his face and his head. Alfred loved sleeping on his curls a bit too much, waking up claws first when Bach made a move. And the kid had discovered that tucking the beard would make his dad very susceptible to whatever was asked of him.
Here was Siren Cove again. After weeks in the no-magic world, with only the songs of ordinary people, it was like walking into a wall of music notes. His son started to hum Lara's song, and wasn't that terrifying. Bach barked at him to shut the fuck up, immediately apologized right away, and explained that you just couldn't sing everyone's song like that.
It didn't get better when the boy asked "Who?" a few minutes later, only for Bach to discover that he had been singing Alfie's song. Alfred had looked up from the boy's lap like he knew exactly what was going on. Which was impossible, because Bach didn't even know that, so why would a cat.
For a second Bach wanted to sing his old land-lady into an accepting lull, so he could spend his money on other things, but that wasn't fair to her. He knew how unfair life was, and he didn't want to participate in making it worse for anyone. So he paid, and he moved back in, with a real bed, a kiddy bed, and a lot of healthy food.
Bach wanted to go see Lara alone, but his son started humming about being deserted and Alfred put his claws in Bach's shoulders whenever he tried to lift him off.
So here Bach was, back in Siren Cove. A ginger cat next to him, and a little dark-haired four year-old, eyes so very similar to his father's, in his arms. Almost ready to face whatever was necessary.
ooc Find Bach on the way to/in Watersong
And he liked the heavy, solid feeling of the big blue truck around him. Almost safe.
The second thing was shave his face and his head. Alfred loved sleeping on his curls a bit too much, waking up claws first when Bach made a move. And the kid had discovered that tucking the beard would make his dad very susceptible to whatever was asked of him.
Here was Siren Cove again. After weeks in the no-magic world, with only the songs of ordinary people, it was like walking into a wall of music notes. His son started to hum Lara's song, and wasn't that terrifying. Bach barked at him to shut the fuck up, immediately apologized right away, and explained that you just couldn't sing everyone's song like that.
It didn't get better when the boy asked "Who?" a few minutes later, only for Bach to discover that he had been singing Alfie's song. Alfred had looked up from the boy's lap like he knew exactly what was going on. Which was impossible, because Bach didn't even know that, so why would a cat.
For a second Bach wanted to sing his old land-lady into an accepting lull, so he could spend his money on other things, but that wasn't fair to her. He knew how unfair life was, and he didn't want to participate in making it worse for anyone. So he paid, and he moved back in, with a real bed, a kiddy bed, and a lot of healthy food.
Bach wanted to go see Lara alone, but his son started humming about being deserted and Alfred put his claws in Bach's shoulders whenever he tried to lift him off.
So here Bach was, back in Siren Cove. A ginger cat next to him, and a little dark-haired four year-old, eyes so very similar to his father's, in his arms. Almost ready to face whatever was necessary.
ooc Find Bach on the way to/in Watersong
