Post by Daylan Kele on Jul 18, 2009 21:21:22 GMT -5
{......late Breaking Dawn....}
There were things Day wouldn’t talk about with his dad; in fact even though he was pretty close to his dad since his mom passed Day didn’t share a whole lot of his life with his dad. Beyond the day to day going on at the Garage, or the house Day and his dad kept to themselves an arrangement that seemed to suit them both. However after recent events Daylan wondered what else his father had kept from him, or merely kept to himself.
Though Day didn’t share things with his dad, he didn’t keep them in either. He had his man, his best friend and brother from another mother; Nash. Daylan shared everything with his buddy, and he knew it was a two way street.
Almost everything, he wondered what Nash would make of this situation.
As Daylan walked alone the dirt track that was the back way to the Res Garage he wondered how his friend would react to his news. Imprinting was the hope of all the pack, and something truly amazing. This wasn’t regular imprinting, this came with complications and possible confrontations. There was no one else he could or would talk about this with, Nash would never judge him. The two knew each other better then anyone and shared everything, Day had been right at his side all through the pregnancy, birth and early life of Travis and he knew Day would be there for him now.
Up ahead Day saw the Garage the main doors already thrown up and Nash’s truck pulled up next to the rickety shack. Taking a breath Day jogged the rest of the way to work. “Hey Dude!” Day called as he reached the shop. Though he tried to hold his voice neutral Day doubted his face held the same coolness. After his talk with Kele Daylan had tossed and turned all night. He’d wanted to be out the house and far away from the problem he was facing, but he couldn’t leave Kele even through the wall that separated them. Daylan knew running and getting away from the problem would mean phasing and he didn’t want anyone else in his head when even he thought it was a mess.
Crossing the garage Day stooped and grabbed a soda out of the fridge popping the can before taking a huge gulp; even the sugar and caffeine didn’t lift his mood. Leaning against the work bench Day ran the chilled can over his forehead closing his eyes and wishing he’d gotten more sleep.
There were things Day wouldn’t talk about with his dad; in fact even though he was pretty close to his dad since his mom passed Day didn’t share a whole lot of his life with his dad. Beyond the day to day going on at the Garage, or the house Day and his dad kept to themselves an arrangement that seemed to suit them both. However after recent events Daylan wondered what else his father had kept from him, or merely kept to himself.
Though Day didn’t share things with his dad, he didn’t keep them in either. He had his man, his best friend and brother from another mother; Nash. Daylan shared everything with his buddy, and he knew it was a two way street.
Almost everything, he wondered what Nash would make of this situation.
As Daylan walked alone the dirt track that was the back way to the Res Garage he wondered how his friend would react to his news. Imprinting was the hope of all the pack, and something truly amazing. This wasn’t regular imprinting, this came with complications and possible confrontations. There was no one else he could or would talk about this with, Nash would never judge him. The two knew each other better then anyone and shared everything, Day had been right at his side all through the pregnancy, birth and early life of Travis and he knew Day would be there for him now.
Up ahead Day saw the Garage the main doors already thrown up and Nash’s truck pulled up next to the rickety shack. Taking a breath Day jogged the rest of the way to work. “Hey Dude!” Day called as he reached the shop. Though he tried to hold his voice neutral Day doubted his face held the same coolness. After his talk with Kele Daylan had tossed and turned all night. He’d wanted to be out the house and far away from the problem he was facing, but he couldn’t leave Kele even through the wall that separated them. Daylan knew running and getting away from the problem would mean phasing and he didn’t want anyone else in his head when even he thought it was a mess.
Crossing the garage Day stooped and grabbed a soda out of the fridge popping the can before taking a huge gulp; even the sugar and caffeine didn’t lift his mood. Leaning against the work bench Day ran the chilled can over his forehead closing his eyes and wishing he’d gotten more sleep.