Since when did the problems in America get so bad?
As the sixth door was slammed in his face, Kurt wondered why the hell people were refusing to rent him a room when they had advertisements in the papers for them!
Growling softly, his tail flicked to one side as he walked down the steps of the building, crossing out another ad in the newspaper he had found on the ground. He scanned it over and circled a hopeful apartment ad, moving on.
When he finally was able to rent himself an apartment, he went off to find himself a job next. ***
StarPryde sat on a large boulder by the sea, looking out at the blue sky. She was hugging her knees to her chest, resting her chin between them.
She didn't look up as SkyElf slowly sat down beside her, his tail curling slightly around her feet.
Tilting his head slightly, SkyElf rested one arm on one knee as he leaned back slightly to look at his wife better.
"Tell me what you're thinking about." He said softly, the tip of his tail thumping the ground lightly. StarPryde shrugged, still looking out at the sea.
"Talk to me." He urged gently. "Please?"
"We shouldn't have waited so long to tell them." She said finally. "Look at what we've done."
"It will be all..."
"Stop saying that!" StarPryde shouted, startling SkyElf into silence. "You keep saying that! It won't be all right in the end. I've lost my son, SkyElf! My son."
"He's my son too." SkyElf said softly.
"You're the one who drove him away! You don't have any right to call him your son anymore." StarPryde got up angrily, leaving a hurt SkyElf on the beach by himself. ***
Kurt was cleaning out his new apartment, filling boxes with junk the last people had left behind. When he was finally finished, he started to make the apartment his own as he emptied his bags and placed things where he wanted to.
He had filled out a lot of job applications beforehand and he figured that he would get a job at one of them. He had gone for everything, from a few fast food restaurants to being either a photographer's assistant or a teacher at a fencing school.
His tail swayed lazily, curling and uncurling as he adjusted furniture and such to his liking.
He cocked an eyebrow when he heard someone knocking on his door. When he opened it, he frowned a bit, his tail flicking to one side.
"How did you find me?" he asked, glaring daggers at Johanna.
"Big Lockheed flew me over." Johanna explained.
"Big Lockheed?" Kurt asked, cocking an eyebrow. Johanna shook her head, shrugging a bit.
"It's nothing important right now." She said. "Can I come in?" she asked. Shrugging, Kurt stepped back and let her in.
"It's nice." She said, looking around the apartment.
"I'm not going back there." Kurt said with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Kurt, they told me everything that happened to them." Johanna said. "You must listen to me."
"I don't want to hear their excuses." Kurt said. "I don't want to see either of them ever again."
"Fine." Johanna said, heading for the door. "But the lighthouse will always be open to you, Kurt. Don't forget that."
Kurt snorted, turning away from her.
Sighing, Johanna closed the door behind her and walked down the stairs to leave.
As the sixth door was slammed in his face, Kurt wondered why the hell people were refusing to rent him a room when they had advertisements in the papers for them!
Growling softly, his tail flicked to one side as he walked down the steps of the building, crossing out another ad in the newspaper he had found on the ground. He scanned it over and circled a hopeful apartment ad, moving on.
When he finally was able to rent himself an apartment, he went off to find himself a job next. ***
StarPryde sat on a large boulder by the sea, looking out at the blue sky. She was hugging her knees to her chest, resting her chin between them.
She didn't look up as SkyElf slowly sat down beside her, his tail curling slightly around her feet.
Tilting his head slightly, SkyElf rested one arm on one knee as he leaned back slightly to look at his wife better.
"Tell me what you're thinking about." He said softly, the tip of his tail thumping the ground lightly. StarPryde shrugged, still looking out at the sea.
"Talk to me." He urged gently. "Please?"
"We shouldn't have waited so long to tell them." She said finally. "Look at what we've done."
"It will be all..."
"Stop saying that!" StarPryde shouted, startling SkyElf into silence. "You keep saying that! It won't be all right in the end. I've lost my son, SkyElf! My son."
"He's my son too." SkyElf said softly.
"You're the one who drove him away! You don't have any right to call him your son anymore." StarPryde got up angrily, leaving a hurt SkyElf on the beach by himself. ***
Kurt was cleaning out his new apartment, filling boxes with junk the last people had left behind. When he was finally finished, he started to make the apartment his own as he emptied his bags and placed things where he wanted to.
He had filled out a lot of job applications beforehand and he figured that he would get a job at one of them. He had gone for everything, from a few fast food restaurants to being either a photographer's assistant or a teacher at a fencing school.
His tail swayed lazily, curling and uncurling as he adjusted furniture and such to his liking.
He cocked an eyebrow when he heard someone knocking on his door. When he opened it, he frowned a bit, his tail flicking to one side.
"How did you find me?" he asked, glaring daggers at Johanna.
"Big Lockheed flew me over." Johanna explained.
"Big Lockheed?" Kurt asked, cocking an eyebrow. Johanna shook her head, shrugging a bit.
"It's nothing important right now." She said. "Can I come in?" she asked. Shrugging, Kurt stepped back and let her in.
"It's nice." She said, looking around the apartment.
"I'm not going back there." Kurt said with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Kurt, they told me everything that happened to them." Johanna said. "You must listen to me."
"I don't want to hear their excuses." Kurt said. "I don't want to see either of them ever again."
"Fine." Johanna said, heading for the door. "But the lighthouse will always be open to you, Kurt. Don't forget that."
Kurt snorted, turning away from her.
Sighing, Johanna closed the door behind her and walked down the stairs to leave.