Post by Kavan on Apr 14, 2007 18:22:28 GMT
If asked, Kavan Raeburn would not have been able to tell someone how often he had the particular nightmare that he was having at that moment. It had occurred so often that he had completely lost count, but it had gotten to the point where it no longer upset him quite as badly as it once had. He had gotten used to it and therefore, for the most part, he could wake up from it and still be in a good mood. It was just the other nightmares- the ones where he saw Penelope, Vincent and Ian- that got to him. Those were the ones that squashed whatever good mood he might wake up in and just made him want to hide away. Those were the times when his favorite cap was worn rather than just hooked onto his belt loop.
Kavan would have come out of sleep slowly if there hadn’t been something covering his face, making breathing hard. Instead, he came away quickly and panicked. He had woken up too many time in the past with someone pressing something over his face, cutting off his air and this was enough to make him think that the last twenty years had all been nothing but a dream, that he was still with them.
Reaching up, he grabbed at the pillow and pulled, surprised when it came away easily. Sitting up and gasping for breath, the werewolf looked around the room, expecting to see someone else, smiling down at him coldly. Instead, he found himself mercifully alone.
Throwing the pillow across the room, Kavan allowed himself to fall back onto the mattress. He really hated it when that happened. He was trying to leave the panic and fear behind him. He was trying so hard that he hadn’t even discussed where he had really come from with anyone. All anyone knew was that he had been a rogue before asking to join the pack, he didn’t like to talk about his past and he oftentimes went into a depression for no discernable reason. Certainly, he could usually be brought out of the depressions fairly easily, especially given the fact that Samson had figured out how to tell when he was in one and always made it a point to try and come up with something to bring him out of it, but no one knew why he went into them.
After a few moments of lying there in silence, Kavan threw off the blankets and got up, tugging down the right sleeve of the long sleeved gray T-shirt he had thrown on to sleep in the night before. Pulling open his closet door, he pulled out a pair of jeans and a dark green button down shirt. There wasn’t a short sleeved shirt to be found in his wardrobe and that was exactly how it was going to stay.
He dressed quickly, putting on his sneakers and shutting the adjustment band of his black cap around his belt loop. Deciding that he wasn’t likely to want to make his bed later, he went ahead and did that, knowing that he was going to be grateful later that he had. He knew that he didn’t actually have to make the bed, but he didn’t really like leaving it a mess. Once that was done, he headed for the door, deciding that coffee and maybe something to eat would be perfect.
Continued at: The Kitchen
Kavan would have come out of sleep slowly if there hadn’t been something covering his face, making breathing hard. Instead, he came away quickly and panicked. He had woken up too many time in the past with someone pressing something over his face, cutting off his air and this was enough to make him think that the last twenty years had all been nothing but a dream, that he was still with them.
Reaching up, he grabbed at the pillow and pulled, surprised when it came away easily. Sitting up and gasping for breath, the werewolf looked around the room, expecting to see someone else, smiling down at him coldly. Instead, he found himself mercifully alone.
Throwing the pillow across the room, Kavan allowed himself to fall back onto the mattress. He really hated it when that happened. He was trying to leave the panic and fear behind him. He was trying so hard that he hadn’t even discussed where he had really come from with anyone. All anyone knew was that he had been a rogue before asking to join the pack, he didn’t like to talk about his past and he oftentimes went into a depression for no discernable reason. Certainly, he could usually be brought out of the depressions fairly easily, especially given the fact that Samson had figured out how to tell when he was in one and always made it a point to try and come up with something to bring him out of it, but no one knew why he went into them.
After a few moments of lying there in silence, Kavan threw off the blankets and got up, tugging down the right sleeve of the long sleeved gray T-shirt he had thrown on to sleep in the night before. Pulling open his closet door, he pulled out a pair of jeans and a dark green button down shirt. There wasn’t a short sleeved shirt to be found in his wardrobe and that was exactly how it was going to stay.
He dressed quickly, putting on his sneakers and shutting the adjustment band of his black cap around his belt loop. Deciding that he wasn’t likely to want to make his bed later, he went ahead and did that, knowing that he was going to be grateful later that he had. He knew that he didn’t actually have to make the bed, but he didn’t really like leaving it a mess. Once that was done, he headed for the door, deciding that coffee and maybe something to eat would be perfect.
Continued at: The Kitchen