Once again, Kerr found himself in the park. It was only when he sighted the gazebo that he really began to take notice of where he was, and a frown cinched his brow. There were too many memories involved in the pretty, flora-drenched structure, he knew he should avoid it... but he found himself heading there anyway. The memories of Mandy and the skittish Nightmare he\'d met rose, followed swiftly and overpoweringly by the image of the demon that had come to collect them. Here. Taken them to the Chambers and punished him for crimes he\'d committed in ignorance.
Months later, it still burned, even though the secretive knowledge of Ben was firmly within his grasp at last. His fledgling now, since four nights before... his and Arles\'. They were together tonight, he supposed; he hadn\'t quite figured out how to pursue contact with Ben after they\'d last sighted one another, the night after the siring. It felt like he belonged more to Arles than to him, which was fine - it was the only argument that had appeased Sawyl in the slightest, anyway.
His sire had flown into a rage when he\'d returned the night after, his mind read swiftly and prompting the flare of emotion. The twins, surprisingly, were more intrigued than appalled by Ben\'s ushering into the undead world by Kerr, and though they hadn\'t said much (when Sawyl flew into their room with a dramatic howl of anguish that he\'d been forsaken), they\'d been... curious. When near them - even though he was doing his best to speak to Wyl and convince him rationally that having another fledgling was a ridiculous thing to be upset about (his patience had worn thin long before then) - his thoughts had been all about how he\'d had to block Ben\'s mental abilities at Risk. The twins hadn\'t been subtle about their interest on that score, at least.
Sawyl still wasn\'t speaking to him. That was fine by Kerr, except for the fact that the little bastard was insisting on hanging around the house, waiting for Ben to come and visit so that he could have a piece of him too. His mothers were remaining relatively neutral, in that they never really spoke to him without Sawyl\'s prompting anyway, but whenever he passed their suite, always there were thoughst of Ben and his mental communication capabilities rising in his mind.
It was enough to drive Kerr batty - or outdoors, at the least. He didn\'t want to intrude at the beach house and he was fucking sick of Sawyl\'s frosty glares and tempestuous room exits, so... he\'d gone for a walk. The park was where he was currently, but he\'d been all sorts of places, luxuriating in the ability to think whatever the fuck he wanted and not have to worry that someone that meant too much to him would interpret it as some strange slight against them, or he\'d offend someone.
No, freedom was good... though it was a little bit quiet. Distracted by his thoughts, he sat in the gazebo and stared blankly out at the park, his back slumped against the lattice work behind him, cushioned by the thick plantlife that wasn\'t really thriving in this season, but was there and slumbering until such time as the weather called it back to life. He was wearing black jeans, sneakers and a maroon woollen jumper with a high neck - a lot more casually-dressed than he normally would have been, to exit the house, but this had been a spur-of-the-moment decision. As soon as Sawyl had left the ground floor to talk with his mothers, Kerr had simply walked out of the house and kept on going.
Now, he sat in silence, hands clasped loosely together between his splayed thighs, biting gently on his tongue stud and simply staring into space.
