Metaphor

10/12/2007

Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (8% full).
It is currently 18:42 Pacific Time on Fri Oct 12 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 59 degrees Fahrenheit (15 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northeast at 5 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.89 and rising, and the relative humidity is 64 percent. The dewpoint is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius.)

Lane(#300RJ)
Stretching a good quarter mile from the road, this gravel lane leads back to the Escrowe farm. Trees line the lane, leaves of brown and orange, red and gold coloring the branches and carpeting the ground around them. In the distance, the farmhouse looms above the treetops, gleaming white as the snow from its yearly coat of paint. Silence prevails here, save for the rustling of the tall grasses in the fields when the wind blows.
The front entrance to the farmhouse is on the porch alongside the gravelled road which continues on around the eastern side of the house back to the barnyard. The opposite end of the lane turns back west to empty out onto Sunrise Road.
Contents:
Brendan
Obvious exits:
PORch  BarnYard  Sunrise Road  

Rumbling up the driveway with it's headlights blazing away the darkness is the distinct form of a certain Kinsman's Land Rover. The vehicle, though slow steadily winds it's way towards the house with it's bright lights painting the frontside of the house a radiant white.

A figure gets flashed by the lights of the Land Rover, an almost ghostly looking apparition in the darkness hanging on the edge of the lane coming from the direction of the woods. It's difficult to tell /who/ it is standing there, but the wraith is nothing of the sort. Yi lifts her hand to shield her eyes. She's already recognized the vehicle and so makes her way after it.

Brendan slows when he sees the figure, almost like someone who's not yet decided if they want to pick up a hitch hiker before he recognizes the girl and comes to a stop in the driveway. Putting down the power window, the man leans his head out and calls with a misty breath. "Hey good lookin', you need a ride?" His voice bubbles over with amusement, and if she draws close she can hear the roar of the car's heater above the quiet engine.

Yi is dressed in more layers, at least, and she comes to a halt beside the open window of the car. "It's not that far to walk," she replies, smirking at the question. "But if you are offering..." The ragabash looks down to see if there's a lock on the door, and if it's engaged.

"We could always sit out here and talk alone. Limme show you something." Brendan tells her with a smirk, putting the car in park and pulling on the emergency brake. The man climbs out of the car with a remote control key chain in his hand and walks around to the back, climbing into the backseat. Out of the back he pulls out a pair of comforters and three pillows, waggling them at her temptingly. "Warm. Soft. Comes with a side of Kin."

Yi almost fidgets when he replies back at her, brows lifting as he parks right there on the long driveway. The Gnawer doesn't yet move from her spot until he's at the trunk of the vehicle, and then she steps over to peer at what he brings. "You brought pillows?" she wonders aloud at him. "For the farmhouse?"

"No, I keep them in the car in case I get stuck somewhere, or I just want to throw out some blankets on some field and relax for a while." Brendan pulls one of the covers onto himself, and leans back against the opposite door. "Why don't you climb in and we can talk, without having to worry about someone stumbling in on us? I promise, I'll keep my hands in my lap."

Canting her head at the kinsman, Yi considers his offer. A glance goes past him, through the windshield towards the lights of the farmhouse in the distance. Then she sighs thinly. Resolutely, almost. "As long as you know I should not stay long. My duties... I was going to the farmhouse to see if someone there could tell me what is going on in the city now." She looks almost worried, the no-moon. This time there's no hiding the fidget, despite her trying to do so by slipping into the back of the Land Rover from the back.

"You might not ever stay long, but I always remember you." Brendan tells her with a smile, reaching up over the seat to flip off the brights. He then offers her a pillow and a blanket, or if she chooses, admission beneath his. "I hope my scarf and thoughts of my pretty pretty face are going to be enough to keep you warm, it's not even winter and I'm already freezing my balls off when the wind blows."

Yi takes the offered separate bedding, even though she finds a spot to sit in the trunk of the car relatively curled up. She takes up considerably less space than the taller kin. "I think you are forgetting what I am," she remarks at him with a wry expression. "But it is getting colder. Winter is coming - it was supposed to rain some more, but the skies are clear." She keeps her gaze on him this time, but leveled somewhere along his jaw rather than his eyes.

"You may be able to turn into a wolf, but I will always think of you as a woman." Scott murmurs with a small smirk, content to remain curled up in the blankets near the woman even if they aren't sharing or overly close. "Soon the rain is going to become snow, and I guess that it will become harder and harder for you to make the long walks out of the woods to meet me... Assuming by then, that you still want to." Brendan's voice remains quiet but sweet and sincere, and his gaze remains near the woman's eyes at almost all times.

Yi lifts her chin a bit, a slight bit of pride pushing its way out into her expression. "Who said I was going to meet you? You assume much, Brendan." But the seriousness finds it hard to keep a foothold, as she whisks the pillow around to place it behind her and leans against it with a sigh. Her gaze slides off of him as well, moving to look at the seats in front. "I do not understand why, Brendan. And... I think it is not fair."

Brendan leans against her enough to touch his blanketed shoulder to her's, nudging her with his elbow through the blankets. "I'd try to find *you* instead, but if I walked off into the woods I'd get lost, frozen, and depending on what Garou found my frozen body... Possibly peed on." Brendan chuckles under his breath, but on the serious note he leans over to get a better look at her face. "What don't you understand, Yi? What isn't fair?"

Yi gestures with a hand out towards the woods, the fingers poking out of the blanket. "The snow only comes to the mountains, usually. I would worry more about getting caught in floods than snow." That brief bit of distraction from her thoughts is enough to derail much of them, but then his echoes of her statements bring her back. She slowly looks back to him, and shakes her head. "Why you say those things you do. Why you think of me ... the way you do. And why me, in general." The Gnawer then holds out her hand in front of her, pulling the sleeve back to expose the scars. "Why you even think about choosing this one over those who would be more fitting. For you."

Brendan looks as though he's about to cut loose with another smart remark or a quick joke when the woman extends her arm and pulls back her sleeve. Seeing the scars in the pale light of the car's dim lights and that leaking in from the outside, both her words and her physical state have an obvious impact. The man's face fades to a bitter sweet reflection of the warm smile that had been gracing his features just moments prior. "The things I say, I say simply because I mean them." He murmurs, reaching out to gently take her hand into his own. The man pulls her hand slowly back to rest against his covers, whispering all the while. "When you told me I reminded you of things you'd forgotten... I saw a part of you, whether you wanted it to be seen or not. Maybe we are a perfect fit for one another and don't know it yet, or maybe we aren't, and time will tell. But I do know that everything you've shown me so far shows that you'd appreciate the love I can give you, and that you'd cherish it." Brendan leans over and kisses her on the top of her hand, a small, chaste display of affection that's easily pulled away from should she so choose. "And that makes you deserving in my eyes, Yi."

As her hand is taken and kissed, Yi hitches in her breath. Her hand remains in his only for another moment before she pulls it back. Like a turtle withdrawing into its shell, the ragabash huddles into the blanket more. If possible, she pales a bit more in the dim light. "Love is not something I can give back to you," she replies to him, tone embittered. "You do not know who I am."

Brendan lifts his hand up after she withdraws her's, resting it simply ontop of her blankets. "Anyone is capable of love, but with scars like the ones you just showed me, I don't blame you for being a little hesitant to open up to me. But you could start to try, by just looking me in the eyes. When I promised you that I would take things slow and be patient with you, I meant it, and I don't intend on giving up so soon. Gotta give a flower time to bloom, or else you'll never know how damned beautiful it'll turn out when it does."

Yi does look him in the eyes with that challenge, and it is there that the bitterness is best seen though she tries to mask it. It's just too close to her auspice moon to deny her emotions, though - or her inner Rage. "Stop," she hisses at him, words clipping. "Just stop."

Brendan turns his head away from her and bows his head, going silent as the woman commands him to. He doesn't seem frightened, but merely... sad, in a way. Regretful, or helpless. Though he does and says nothing, his hand remains where it is at the moment.

Well it wasn't quite a command, but almost a plea slipped within it. Sucking in a breath, the Gnawer fostern goes silent as well for a long pause. "I'm sorry," she apologizes eventually when the silence is broken once more. She gazes at the kinsman, lips parting slightly as if to speak again, but nothing further comes out for that moment. Drawing the blanket closer to herself, Yi curls up and sits her chin on her knees. Despite the initial hostility, there's no effort to make him withdraw his hand from its contact with her.

"It's ok. I know that this is your moon, and that you are a person with issues. But I promise not to push you forwards, if you promise not to push me away." Brendan murmurs, pressing briefly at her body through the covers with his open hand. The man then goes silent and still again, watching the window 'past' her instead of looking at her, not a trace of anger or frustration in his voice.

Yi closes her eyes at the squeeze, exhaling slowly once more. "The question is how long will it be before you tire of pulling me along." Her eyes slit open, remaining half-lidded as she stares at the opposing wall of the car. After a pause, she voices a question. "Do you know the Litany, Brendan?"

"As long as you want me to hold your hand, I will tug you along." He murmurs in response, in all honesty. Brendan nods his head at her question, telling her. "Yes, I do know the Litany. I have been with Garou for many years, I don't think I could not know it by now."

Yi nods slowly, but then goes on in a muted murmur. "Then you know the laws about respecting those beneath us. I believe in it, Brendan. That Garou should respect their kin, love them with all that they can give and sometimes more." She turns back to him afterwards. "But I also believe Kinfolk... they are not always Beneath the Garou. They stand on their own. They are strong. Sometimes stronger than we are."

"You are worried then, that maybe you'll never be able to open up for me, and in doing so you'll be disrespecting me?" Brendan murmurs tto her, turning to look her for just a second in the eyes if he's able to before quickly looking away.

Yi turns to Brendan, shaking her head. "No, Brendan. I /know/ there could never truly be understanding - not the way I imagine it. For such things to happen, Gaia herself would have to bind her power into the red string that ties us. It is an impossible thing to ask for." The ragabash shifts slightly, moving so that her leg straightens out and reduces a cramp. "I mean to say, I worry about what path you have chosen to take here. You know what I am. I could not be there for things that you may want. Things /you/ may need."

"Maybe, but that does not mean that I might be able to give you things that you may need. You look at us as two half full glasses of water, trying to fill the other up to the brim. If we are just content with what we have... Won't we still have a full glass between us?" Brendan suggests, keeping his words as short but as potent as he can on her moon.

Though she starts to reply, Yi gives pause with the analogy drawn. The Gnawer looks back at the kinsman, blinking at him as she just takes in his words. "Maybe," she eventually notes softly. "Until someone comes and tries to drink from them." Finally, a slight twitch of her lip corner betrays a return of a better, less broody mood.

"Or pee in them. They could always add liquid." Brendan replies with mirth leaking through into his voice again, leaning over just enough to rest the side of his head against her's. "I hope that by the time it starts to snow, I can take you back to my apartment to show you the view from there. When the streets are painted with white, and theres barely a car moving around in the middle of the night. You can see for so *far*."

"Where is it you live?" Yi asks with a touch of curiosity behind the question, having to turn her head a bit to keep him in view. The further pause after is quickly dispelled as she shifts her body entirely to turn a little more towards him. "You do remember that I am a Guardian first, though. Yes?"

"Downtown, in a high rise. The company pays for it since I'm a fairly important cog of the ol' machine." Brendan tells her, looking at her from the corners of his eyes. When she turns to face him he does likewise, pulling a knee up on the back seat with himself. "Of course I do, but I can enjoy your company all the same, if only less of it."

Yi shakes her head again at him, uttering something in her native tongue beneath her breath - but still audible - before she looks back to the kin, wryly regarding him. "And still you suggest I leave the bawn to go with you to your home. I am thinking your sense of 'slow' is at Olympic speed."

"I'm capable of inviting a woman into my home without sleeping with her. If I wasn't, my mother wouldn't visit anymore." Brendan replies to her, leaning back in his seat to get a better look at her. "I'm not saying you should leave to come with me... I'm saying I look forward to sitting with you, somewhere very comfortable and private, without having to worry about time, or being interrupted for a little while at least."

Yi stifles a chuckle at Brendan's reply, and then takes in a deep breath before exhaling just as slowly. "If only we did not have to worry about time," she murmurs softly. "But as it is, that is not something any of us can stop." A beat skips. "Without the help of a spirit, anyway," she considers. She starts to shrug off the blanket, though, becoming more active with the motion as she starts to get out of the car. Before she opens the door, though, she stops and turns back to him. "Give me some time," she tells him, using the word differently. "If you come often enough, maybe there will be a time that we will not have to worry about those things that concern you."

"Then I'll just have to keep coming to see if that comes true." Brendan smiles at her, then lifts a hand from beneath the blankets to wave at her with a wriggle of his fingers. "Take care of yourself, Yi. And watch out for those dirty peeping toms around those streams."

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