spam; the last journal post

[ukan]

[Getting on board was a moment of chaos. He remembers turning a corner, expecting to find fur and blood in his mouth, expecting maybe to get torn up in return, expecting maybe a bullet from above to take him down, too-

But instead he's somewhere metal, somewhere that smells of strangers and strangeness, and he's bleeding a trail but he runs for safety anyway. If there is any. If there are doors, anywhere, that he can open without changing back, because this has to be the FBI's work and so long as they think he's just a wolf, maybe they won't slit him open and poke around inside.]



[ooc: Lark is a wolf, for now. He'll have to change back sooner or later even if he doesn't want to, so feel free to tag him as human or wolf, just lemme know which.]

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[ukan]

Please.

[For the first time in more than a decade Lark is this close to begging.]

[tucky]

I don't think you're here 'cause you did something wrong. Maybe you did, but that ain't why you're here.

I think you're here so you can figure out how to make your life better than it already is.

[ukan]

[He closes his eyes and just breathes a moment. She might as well have handed him back the ground.]

I think I can do that.

[He reaches up, and touches just her fingertips with his]

Thank you.

[tucky]

[She smiles, pressing lightly against his fingers.]

Yeah, no problem. You okay?

[ukan]

Not yet.

[he's not looking for sympathy there, just giving her honesty]

But I think I will be.

Tell me something about you?

[tucky]

Okay.

My name's Tiffany. I been here for six months. I, uh... I'm still figuring out who I am, I guess.

[ukan]

[There's a charm in that sort of honesty. No one he knows is that forward about their inner workings.]

What do you know, so far? What are you not?

[tucky]

I'm not a person who wants to do bad things anymore.

[ukan]

Do you believe you can make up for the things you've already done?

[tucky]

For other people or for your own self?

[ukan]

Mm, good question. People find it easier to beg forgiveness from others than they do from themselves, though, so- either. Which do you go for?

[tucky]

... I guess I forgave myself.