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 Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 8:22 pm
Lucas' approach did an astounding job of dampening his bright spirits. Cas made a move to reach into his pocket, in search of something that could serve as a makeshift defensive weapon. Just in case. Outside and with notably less hair, Lucas looked different enough, but Cas wasn't taking any chances. "What do you want," he said flatly, not terribly willing to spend two minutes on the man who had attacked him without so much as asking what the deal was. And probably could have killed him if he hadn't gotten his hands on that knife. Or, apparently, turned him into a werewolf. "You got thirty seconds to say something worth hearing, otherwise kindly walk out of my life and don't try to come back."
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 8:32 pm
"That's all I'm asking for," he assured the defensive man, clearly no happier about this than he. The only problem was that it was Lucas that had to apologize - Cas didn't have to listen. Licking his lips in a nervous gesture, he decided the best course of action was to just dive right on in. "I'm sorry. I never, in any ******** universe, meant to hurt you." There was a tightness around his eyes and a set of his lips between words that said he fully expected to be rebuffed. "I was there for Ry, he -- " His throat tightened and the words stopped. Visibly, he struggled to find what he meant to say, but revealing who he was - especially if Rylan hadn't - seemed like it wouldn't do any good just then. His pale eyes closed for a moment before refocusing on the other. "I'm real ********' sorry. I'd have rather chewed my own arm off than hurt someone who means something to him. I don't know that there's any words I can say to put your mind at ease, but -- I am really, just -- sorry. I'd buy you a lifetime of beer if I thought we could start over but I get it -- I do. I wont bother you again." Only a few seconds remained. Drawing in a short breath, he asked softly, "Are you okay?" Concern dominated his inquisitive gaze, but there was shame there, a hurt Lucas couldn't express to this perfect stranger that he'd tried to maul.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 8:05 am
Cas listened almost patiently as Lucas rattled off his apology, and at the end of it, he gave a curt nod and a short, "Mhm." There was a pause as Cas' eyes steeled and he debated whether or not to even bother answering the question, until he remembered the sight of Lucas above him with a cleaver sticking out of his chest. "Fine," he said finally, and then turned to leave. He'd taken a couple of steps before he noticed Lucas' face, guilt-ridden and sad, and how deflated her looked in general. It reminded Cas of the quiet anger with which Rylan had been stalking around for the last week. The two were connected, no doubt. He stopped, and with a look that said this very conversation pained him to the core, he said, "Why are you talking to me instead of your boyfriend about this? I'm not the one you should count on to help smooth things over for you. Because I'm not going to." And he fixed Lucas with a cold stare. As far as Cas could tell, a relationship with Lucas wasn't necessarily a terrible thing. Lucas wasn't taking advantage of Rylan, and he had the ability to make his friend happy. But with that came the very real ability to cause more anger, more heartbreak, whether it was intentional or not. It wasn't in Cas to help put an end to a relationship based on the potential it had to hurt, but neither would he play an active role in keeping it alive.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:38 am
Fine. Lucas had said what he'd wanted to, and as expected, it was not so well received. Lowering his hands, he exhaled slowly between his teeth and also turned to go. But the man spoke again, and the words were...bizarre, to say the least. He came to a stop and slowly turned to face the other, his brows furrowed and his gaze incredulous. It took several seconds of staring before he realized that yes, the man was serious. "I apologized to you because I attacked you. You're the one I hurt, which literally goes against every fibre of my being." His pales eyes held confusion, baffled why this was of any sort of question to Cas. Then, something like disbelief crossed his features, coupled with a vague sense of annoyance. "I don't want you to do or say anything, when it comes to -- he and I." His eyes narrowed. Yes, Lucas had attacked Cas, but he wasn't an entirely useless idiot and this wasn't high school. "I wanted to talk to you because I did wrong by you, I don't give a s**t if you tell him you saw me at all or not. I don't subscribe to having a middle man. This?" He gestured between them, "This is between us." Kind of. Exhaling sharply, his countenance was a darker one, jaw set. "I don't know if he told you anything or you're just being astute." He stared at the other for a long moment, clearly debating what he could or couldn't say. Deciding he'd rather not drag the stranger into his were-issues or his pity party of one, Lucas subconsciously ran his prosthetic hand over his carved arm and shook his head. "I already said sorry to Ry. I didn't know you'd be here so long or I'd have made more an effort to apologize to you sooner."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:52 am
"Well, that's mighty decent of you," Cas said, only a little sarcastically, considering he was saying this to a man who had attacked him in a blind rage. "But I don't care. You don't matter to me, and I probably don't to you. I'm not the reason you're moping around." He almost threw up his hands and walked away again, not sure how willing he was to explain... well. Anything to Lucas. Cas wasn't even sure who he was doing this for, but it struck him that... he'd seen in the short time he'd been in Ashdown a fundamental error in the way his best friend and the boyfriend communicated. It irked him. "You don't subscribe to a middle man, but you do subscribe to apologizing over text?" he said. It was rhetorical. Rylan had mentioned it in passing, when they'd discussed the fight the day after it happened. "Let me tell you something. And far be it for me to patronize you, but the two of you seem to have a skewed understanding of conflict resolution," he said impatiently. "Fights happen, some worse than others. It's life. You know why he stopped being angry at me the day after this happened, but he still hasn't talked to you a week later? It's because I didn't run away and hide from him for a week."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 11:08 am
"You're wrong, but, you can go on in your life with your assumptions." Lucas was reaching the end of his tether of patience. He'd apologized, he'd made it clear that he had no ulterior motives -- -- and then to his absolute wonder, the stranger started to lecture him. There was a flicker of that anger in him that had caused the attack to begin with, but rather than it taking over, he gripped it with control. "Do you really think I'm selfish enough to call him, at work, and pick a ******** fight? The man is throwing his life into saving others and the last thing he needs is me being a whiny s**t in his ear and putting more trouble on his mind." The werewolf bit down a snarl, stalking over to Cas and speaking in a low, angry voice. "Did he tell you about our boyfriend, Thorne? The one who nearly died in the Blackfriars attack? Did he tell you that I'm recovering from that attack? From creatures like me, my own brethren?" His voice dipped, guttural and challenging. "Hell, did you tell him that the blood you had to clean was mostly mine and that you ******** tried to carve me like a turkey?" A growl trickled out, reminiscent of their fateful meeting. "You have no idea what's going on. Protect your friend if you must but know I'm trying to protect him too, with all my heart. You don't have to understand my methods. We'll agree that Rylan is a ******** ray of light who deserves better and get on with our lives." Except, Lucas wouldn't. Even in the angry knit of his brow, the rage he felt at the mere notion he was hiding, he knew he was wrong.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 11:47 am
"What do you think he is, a child?" Cas snapped. "He doesn't need my protection, and he sure as s**t doesn't need yours. I'm doing this because you don't have the right to call him your anything if you won't pull your head out of your a** for two seconds to learn how to fix something you broke, whether intentionally or not." Under his crossed arms, Cas' hand flexed open and closed, as if he was doing his damned best not to ball up a fist and slam it right into Lucas' chest again. "He's not dumb enough to think all that blood belonged to me," he retorted. "And yea, he mentioned the Blackfriars thing. And the magic, and some otherworldly war that apparently his happening. What does any of that have to do with it? You leave things lie if you want, but know that nobody else he could be dating would make the same mistake."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 12:02 pm
"It's none of your business," Lucas growled, the half toothy grin that formed was full of unspoken words and contempt. "And for all your bravado? You are protecting him, otherwise you wouldn't have brought this up to begin with." The werewolf was done. Looking Cas over with distaste, he backed up, head shaking with a half snarl still stuck in his throat. "I'm sorry I hurt you." He threw up his hands and turned to go. He had nothing more to say that wouldn't instigate a fight and he'd had more than enough disquiet in the day to decide it was time to leave the event entirely.
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