blood brothers [lochlan]

His walks at dusk were among the few pleasures he received from life, besides the usual consumption of alcohol... which he often liked to partake in. There was not much more to his life than just that, work, home, walks, and the touch of whiskey to finish off the night. But this was the way he’d learned to cope. Some might even say he liked it this way; it was simple, uncomplicated, quiet, and with the chance to reflect on his day… there were many people who cherished that notion. But for him, reflecting had never been one of his favorite things to do.

He strolled leisurely with hands shoved in his pants pockets; in one a leash, in the adjacent, an empty fist. The light was fading quickly but luckily for him the canine at the end of the leash seemed to know exactly where he was going. He didn’t have much of a problem losing himself in the maze that was his neighborhood, not with the massive Great Dane by his side. The man glanced down at the dog that accompanied him and reached down to pat him lightly before straightening again, but his gaze never seemed to venture much higher than the sidewalk.

However quiet, it was also that time of night. That time when the families reached home from their daily obligations and joined one another at their family dinner; when their lights and silhouettes illuminated the windows, the ones always closest to the street where he walked, of course. For many it was a special time. As for him, he couldn’t stand to witness it, and much preferred to stare at the ground. Behind his shining hazel eyes laid something darker – envy. He found his anxious mind traveling back to the what-ifs. He could have been there. He had been so close to having those moments. Why couldn’t he just have what he once did? If only…he’d been able to do something. Everything reminded him of them, whether it be the distant neighbor’s child, the golden curls of some stranger on the street, or the tired eyes of one anxiety ridden blonde.

His gaze swept across the landscaping, the darkening horizon, but before it could return to the ground he found it pausing at a scene not too far off. Illuminated by the yellowed light of the streetlamp was a familiar form, one that grew more so as he drew closer. The man’s eyes narrowed against the dim light before widening in shock. What was she doing out of the hospital? He quickly took in the scene, but what was of more importance to him at that moment was the man standing over her huddled form.

“Si?” He hurried to them, only one thing on his mind and that was the adrenaline pumping through his veins, prompted only from the thought of this stranger hurting this damaged woman. He paused not too far off – feet at the most, gaze shifting between the two before settling on the male. “Is there a problem here, bud?” Anger flashed briefly on his features as he faced off with the more eminent threat to her health.

“Do you get off on bothering defenseless women?” The words slipped before he had a chance to stop himself, although he wasn’t really sure he wanted to at this moment. The pure thought of someone else laying a hand on her made his blood boil. “I swear to god, if you thought you could take advantage of her....” He took a stride forward and dropped his dogs leash in the process; he had better things on his mind at this moment than to worry about. “Look, she’s had enough shit. I don’t even know how she’s out….” A whine broke his train of thought and he glanced back, only to see his Great Dane by Sienna’s side, sniffing at the lone woman’s knee curiously.

Notes; shitshit
Tag; Cody Miller
Words; 650

SO, HE'D BEEN A BIT QUICK TO JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS. But what else was he supposed to think? As much as some might like to think it, life wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. He’d gotten his daily dose of shit purely from the building in which he worked, and let’s face it, he’d always been a rather uptight guy. It seemed ages had passed as he watched the man skeptically through narrowed eyes. It was only after several moments thought that he recalled how easily it was to provoke one of Sienna’s anxiety attacks.

A sigh left his nostrils and with it a cooling breath, although the tension in his shoulders never seemed to fade. “Okay, alright.” The man mumbled, shifting his gaze back to the broken woman. He wasn’t sure what to make of the man in front of him, and he’d be damned before he trusted a stranger, but at least for this moment he believed him. Though he didn’t seem to take too kindly to the insults he indirectly threw at the blonde. Lochlan's blue-green eyes flashed before settling again. This was not the time, nor place for an argument and luckily for him, the other man didn’t seem to have any inclination for one.

“She was just… wandering the streets?” He asked incredulously, surveying the street for any sign of life; for someone or something that could explain why a hospital patient was wandering around at dusk. But as can be expected, there was no one in sight besides them. “How the hell…” It seemed his questions were more aimed at himself by this point, wondering out-loud with a voice that still had yet to discover a filter.

“Yeah, I…” Seconds later, Sienna’s familiar voice crept into his ear and he switched full attention to her curiously. Before could even address her, she’d found her way into his arms. Equal amounts of shock and relief briefly passed over his features before he promptly wrapped his arms about her slender form. It was only then he allowed his shoulders to sag, and himself to relax. Quite honestly he didn’t know the woman that well, but he did know enough to know that he cared for her. “Well, if I didn’t know her, this would be a little bit weird...” He snorted with amusement, dragging a comforting thumb across her back. “Easy, there.” The man murmured, parting slightly from the embrace to study her closely.

Above all else he wanted to make sure she was safe – that was more or less his job anyways, right? But before he could do that he had to know why the woman was stumbling around in the street, or more importantly, how. Was she being chased, or had she just lost it to the point where she’d forgotten where she was? A frown creased his features. “What’s going on?” He asked. “What… are you okay?”

Though with the stranger’s speech he glanced upwards again. If it was true that he’d had intentions of helping Sienna in the first place, then the least he could do was hear him out. The pure mention of the Dallas put a snarl on his lips, however. “No, not a city. But that’s probably close to the size of her fuckin’ ego.” He nearly spat the words, but for Sienna’s sake he attempted to keep his tone even. The last thing he needed was for her to go into another ‘attack’ and scream bloody murder in the middle of a neighborhood. “She’s just a blood-sucking leech on the backside of humanity, a wannabe devil-incarnate that needs to learn how to keep its goddamn hands to itself.” Maybe he’d said too much. “Anyways… I’m Lochlan… and this is Sienna.”

Notes; hopefully you can do something with this
Tag; Cody Miller
Words; 628

IT WAS DIFFICULT TO FOCUS on anything besides the woman in his arms, and in all honesty, it’d been quite a while since any woman had been in his arms for any platonic reason. Although it was a weird sensation it was one that warmed him, and also one that he could get used to. He was wrapped up in the slight bit of warmth she gave, and fully attuned to the body that wracked with tears. It was not until the other male stepped into their space that Lochlan actually remembered he was there. “Hm?”

He glanced up upon catching the last of the man’s words and he raised an eyebrow in response. Lochlan paid little mind to the fact that the stranger was a bit too close for comfort, probably due to the fact that the majority of his time was spent in other peoples space – drunk folk in his career never really considered the whole ‘bubble’ concept. “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.” He chuckled slightly, though it seemed his humor was lacking at this point probably due to the sobbing woman in his arms. “But I… guess I’m a loner. You must be too, wandering around at this time of night. You’re not a psycho, are you?”

Not that Lochlan cared much, his career was practically nothing but handling psychos and by all means if this man happened to choose a more violent route, then he was prepared. But then again, maybe that was just his anxiety piping up now that he had someone to look after. Hazel irises glanced down at the woman incredulously. “Bother me? Sienna… I’d prefer that to you… wandering around risking the chance of you getting kidnapped or something.” He glanced up and around, clenching his jaw, but upon feeling her press against his chest the man bent and laid a kiss on her head. “Don’t do that shit again, okay? I don’t care if you’re Superwoman…You just got out of the hospital, you shouldn’t be alone.”

Regardless of whether or not he knew her well, some sense of responsibility came over him at that moment. He was not to naïve as to think she was completely alone, but as for this moment she was, and for that reason alone he felt the overwhelming need to protect her. Especially so as he felt her tension, and being able to so closely sense her fear. “Shhh… You’re alright...” The man mumbled, sending a sheepish look to the other man that seemed to be watching them.

Maybe the man was jealous, or maybe curious, hell, he didn’t care, he wasn’t exactly the insecure type. Besides the fact that they had nothing to hide. So what if he wanted to watch? “Girlfriend? Ahh… no, not quite.” The man laughed slightly, a bit taken aback from the question but nonetheless, he didn’t really mind answering truthfully, even if perhaps he didn’t like the answer he gave. "Though, she is pretty cute, ey?" He smirked slightly as if she wasn’t even there, but then moved a finger along her back as if to address her. “C’mon. We can get a drink while we’re at it.” God knows, he needed one. He separated slightly from the woman, only to direct her in the direction of his house.


Notes; well
Tags; Cody Miller
Words; 552

THE WORLD WAS A DIFFICULT PLACE. Sienna was no stranger to this concept, of course; she knew should have known that better than most. So then why was she still so naïve to the wicked ways of the world? People would do plenty for a buck, two seconds of pleasure, or twisted companionship. The level of the crime just depended on the desperation, or emptiness that particular person felt at the given time. Kidnappers, rapists? They had no rhyme nor reason and they certainly wouldn’t pass up the opportunity for a pretty hunk of flesh, no matter the fact that she was about as disoriented as they come. The sooner she realized that, the better.

Lochlan cast a glance over at Cody before returning his attention to the woman, distracted but for this moment giving her his full, and serious attention. “Freaks who kidnap people don’t discriminate, and you’re nothing if not the perfect candidate.” He replied in a murmur, trying for Cody’s sake to keep the words between them. Because who really wanted to listen in on another’s conversation? “They aren’t going to care if you just got out of the hospital, or are lost, or scared. They will just take advantage of you and I’ll be damned before I let that happen.”

The man hated being in situations where others felt left out, and this was no different. Maybe it was just a second nature at this point. He had made himself the mediator in life, it was in his blood and although a loner, didn’t want this man to feel isolated just because of a woman at his side. He wouldn’t have treated anyone else differently, so why him?

Perhaps a couple of beers would help; for all involved.

Lochlan whistled at the great dane that had gone about urinating on every blade of grass that ever existed. When called, the giant beast lifted his head and galumphed after his human, but instead took up place besides the much smaller woman... Completely ignoring the fact that his leash wound around every surface of his body so that he looked more a present than a dog.

The man turned and began to short walk to his house, casting a glance over at his new companions as they spoke to one another, and raising an eyebrow at Cody’s remarks. He subconsciously felt his shoulders tense, but was that some vague form of satisfaction when she rejected him? His jaw clenched for mere seconds, but before he knew it he had cracked a grin. Teal irises flicked over to Cody, “You’re digging yourself a hole, bud.” He laid a hand on the man’s shoulder as a laugh shook his frame. He was pleased that it seemed Sienna had chosen him over the other, but he could also feel for the strange man in his company. “Don’t take it personally,” He reassured, “She’s had a hard day, and she just knows me better.” Well, from what he could figure. Hell if he knew what really went on inside the mind of a woman.

Soon after his speech he felt the warmth of a petite hand in his own, to which he glanced down at. The corners of his lip twitched upwards and he self-consciously gripped her hand back. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind.” He studied her big blue eyes for several long seconds, although they were mostly hidden in the shadows from the dim light. Luckily for poor Cody the man cleared his throat and continued on his path.

He strode relatively quietly through the dark, he’d never really been much of a talker especially in the presence of people he didn’t know all too well, finding himself always more wrapped up in his own mind. Dreams, hopes, or nightmares, life was easier when one kept his thoughts to himself, or perhaps he was just now accustomed to it.

Before long the man reached his house and the sound of another rough bark met his ears, to which he smiled at. Just as he pulled open the door the dog that had attached himself to Sienna wriggled inside, most likely to greet the owner of the other bark. “It’s not much.” Lochlan called back to the two as he headed in, releasing the womans hand and moving straight for the kitchen. “But at least it’s something.” Several moments later he rose with a couple of beers and a glass of wine, should she decide to drink and prefer wine. He popped the cap to one and tipped it back, sitting heavily into a nearby couch. “Have you ever had alcohol, Si?” Something told him she hadn’t.

Notes; sorry
Tags; Cody Miller
Words; 777

AS IF HE HADN'T CONSIDERED bringing another troubled blonde into his life. Even he had to admit that spending days upon days with only himself for company was quite the deprived lifestyle. A loner at heart, but even so it was hard to ignore the feeling that had settled in his chest ever since he first saw her, and those soulful blue eyes. Perhaps he was just stupid, and deciding to live in the past to the point where it ruined his present. But the past was also not something that he could forget. What was the past, if not to learn from his mistakes?

He was afraid of himself, and the potential of setting himself up for disaster… like he’d once done before. Afraid of not only hurting himself, but of inadvertently hurting the one he chose to spend his time with. It seemed his choices lead him down a path of death to those he cared about. Was it his job, and the felons that lurked there in all their casual grace? Or was he simply just cursed?

Anxious thoughts brought him back to the present as he hurriedly poured himself a couple shots of whiskey. So he had a tendency to self-medicate; but it quieted the rush of thoughts in his head. He brought the cool glass to his lips and tipped it back, the rush of bitter liquid warming his gut and almost immediately soothing his troubled mind. Good, now he had quite a bit more focus.

At least it seemed as if life was doing him a favor at this moment in time, and had offered him two people to keep him company. Perhaps instead of being lonely this peaceful evening, free to do as he pleased and sulk about his home, it was time to put himself aside. For her especially. He glanced at the timid and broken woman, and each second longer dwelling on her soulful blue eyes made his chest tense; not only for the feeling she provoked but from the pure anger he felt when noting her terror. But then there was the stranger, of whom alleviated that anger just by simple distraction.

For fucks sake, the man was a little bit bizarre, but who didn’t need a good laugh in their life?

The reality was, they were all oddballs. What, with the the anxiety ridden female, the remorseful male, and the drifter who… let’s be honest, who really knew what his problem was? All he could really tell from the male’s behavior was a strange fascination with dogs, a natural fixation for them. Was he just weird, or was there were some ulterior reasoning behind his behavior? He had heard of the local legend that was supernatural species, the shifters, dragons, and werewolves, but surely that was all local lore, right? He himself was a ‘retired’ time manipulator, and he’d more than witnessed the other evil that lurked about the town, but shifters? Even for him that sounded a bit strange.

As the four entered the house, a near wolf replica came from the back room, with several hundred different shades of mottled grays and browns that making up his thick coat. He walked with a staggered gait; an unsymmetrical rhythm that, with each fourth footfall, ended with a small whine and the bob of his head. Lochlan eyed lame dog with a clenched jaw. It pained him to see his friend in obvious agony, but there was only so much he could do for him. The man stepped into the living room after the other two found their places, followed closely by the wolfdog and dane. “I guess I forgot to introduce these guys.”

He cleared his throat as he spoke and he lowered himself onto the sofa on the other side of Sienna, but unlike Cody allowed her to have her own personal space. “Wolfie here is Kane, and the doofus you’ve already met is Knox.” He gestured to each dog as he spoke, before reaching to brush his hands through Kane’s thick and coarse coat. But it seemed this dog too had different ideas, as the animal suddenly took pointed interest in sniffing Cody’s pants leg. Meanwhile, Knox in his full 150lb glory, decided to take it upon himself to nonchalantly crawl into Sienna’s lap.

“Kane’s on bed rest after he-” He paused as he noticed the man, Cody, finding interest in the beer. A chuckle sounded in him briefly, but a confused one at that. It was understandable for the blonde to have never drank, but for dogboy? Lochlan sipped his whiskey and studied the peculiar situation. So now he would have not one but two lightweights on his hands?

Oh hell. What had gotten himself into?

“Never had a beer? Damn, do you live under a rock?” He joked lightly. However curious the situation, it was also slightly relieving, in some strange way. He knew he could only take the man’s words at face value but, at least if the eager creature was slammed drunk it would be easier to throw him out, if it came down to it. Luckily for him, he was built like a brick house and it would take more than a couple of beers to touch him. But that was okay, as he needed to be alert. “You some type of nun or something?”

It seemed the whiskey on his system had loosened the man up a bit, as he relaxed back into his couch. Only then did he return attention back to Sienna, and the overgrown lapdog that was still trying desperately to find a place to lay on the tiny woman. Lochlan laughed again and offered the massive animal his cup, to which he eagerly shoved his muzzle in. After lapping up a small portion of the alcohol the dog settled easily down onto the woman’s legs. “Easy there with the wine, Si.. gotta keep your bearings around crazies like us.” He teased. “I’m guessing you like it then, ey?”

He could hardly blame her for her excitement for the alcohol, especially with the common thought that it would numb the pain. Was she truly that damaged, or was she just filled with a genuine and innocent curiosity? He released a long breath and sat back, draping an arm on the back of the couch. Regardless of how the night went down, if the strange ‘Cody’ decided to get up and streak, or if Sienna had a mental breakdown, he wouldn’t have cared.

In all honesty, it was just nice to have company.

Notes; longestlochpostever
Tags; Cody Miller
Words; 1100

HE HAD NO IDEA what he’d gotten himself into; that much was certain. But then again he also didn’t care at this moment, the deed had been done and the alcohol had already leaked itself into their system. How was he supposed to know that they would be such lightweights? How was he supposed to know that they’d jump on the opportunity and chug the shit?

He was amused, thoroughly, and his depressed frame released a small chuckle at the sight of the two fighting, if only from a selfish desire to keep the woman for himself. They were behaving similarly to two siblings, and he was thoroughly entertained as of that moment. But alas, even their out of character behavior did not prepare him for what she would do next.

Her weight settled into his lap and, understandably, a sharp intake of breath followed. Equal parts shock and excitement took over him until he instinctively had a hand on her waist, probably mostly to keep the unsteady woman from tipping over. But it was then he eyed her incredulously, waiting for some sort of hesitation or claim of regret. The shocking part was that she seemed to have none.

Every fiber of his being was telling him to retreat, however at the same time, telling him the opposite. He’d never been the type to shy away from something he truly wanted, yet was also more concerned with her feelings than his own. She’d been hurt too many damn times for him to slip up and ruin something with her. The man could hardly be blamed for attempting to remain cautious.

Therefore, the man found himself caught up in quite the dilemma, which luckily for him could be eased with the help of the amber liquid in the short glass in front of him. He brought the last of the strong alcohol to his lips before setting the empty glass on the table and briefly eying the situation outside of the woman in front of him; noticing the two dogs had now taken a liking to Cody, both wriggling into his direction and slobbering on his face. He snorted with amusement. It was a shame the man had no one at that moment in time, but then again, with the attractive woman settled in his lap he didn’t exactly care.

His mind spun with the list of potential option’s he had, but of course dulled severely by the amount of alcohol in his system. The man was at a crossroads at the moment in time, with each part of his conscious pulling him in either direction. Go for it. One side of him insisted firmly. She was calm, confident and had forgotten her troubles for the time being. “Mind? Ah.. no.”

Don’t take advantage of her like that. You’re a man remember?

But then again, it was also his intelligence that told him what was perhaps slightly obvious; if she’d not wanted a good time then she wouldn’t have taken the alcohol. If she hadn’t been seeking something, then why was she here? Aqua irises studied her every feature closely, even drunken and babbling she still managed to find a way to look damn adorable.

But more importantly, if she was so opposed to him… why the hell would her subconscious be telling her to ride him like a childhood stick pony?

What had he needed to stay cautious for again? He couldn’t remember. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just his easily distractable nature. Regardless, he soon found a hand on her chin, in order to silence her babbling and guide his lips to hers.


Note; this is really shitty, sorry hopefully you can do something with it
Tag; @sienna
Words; 600

HE WAS AN IMPULSIVE MAN, but not necessarily a stupidly impulsive one. His actions often got him into enormous amounts of trouble and this was one of those times. In a normal situation, with sobriety in the picture, he probably would have gotten smacked for attempting to kiss her. Or, maybe if he was lucky, she’d agree to it. Maybe they could get along for a period, until months later when she decided he was too messed up to be worth saving, or too drunk. Perhaps even more accurately, carrying too much ‘emotional baggage’.

At least for this moment, she seemed to agree to it fine, and he was taking it. It wasn’t quite the same but it was something. There was some vague form of closeness between him and the woman and it felt, as can be expected, incredible. The tangle of distractions faded behind him as her weight settled into his lap, caring not for the third wheel in the room nor the dogs that had flailed out beside Cody. With his arms fully encircling the woman and her breath hot on his neck, he knew there wasn’t a single place in the world he’d rather be. He tried to set his mind on the woman and only her, kissing her gently in response to her own advances, yet soon his conscience decided to pipe up.

Her question startled him into reality, complete with the beautiful woman so casually on him, and the awful temptation to carry right on down that merry road. With the woman so vibrantly close and the alcohol now coursing through his bloodstream, that decision probably should have been an easy one. Any man scumbag man of the world could have told him that.

What the hell am I doing?

Lochlan blinked slowly and time seemed to still as he looked at her, so childish in her drunken state it felt all of a sudden as if he was digging his own grave. It was wrong. For him, but more importantly for her image. What would the anxious and damaged woman think of him when she woke from her probably awful hangover, and realized that he’d only taken advantage of her like everyone else in her life had? Would she ever speak to him again, or would she just collapse into a heap? He didn’t think he could take either of those options.

Not to mention what that would stir up between her and her brother. If she shed one tear the psychotic man would most likely be on his ass in a heartbeat, no matter if he was on ‘good’ terms with the man or not (did Asher even have a good side?). Lochlan visibly stilled at the thought, his muscles growing rigid. Now, he wasn’t exactly ‘scared’ of Asher per se, but certainly he did not want to be on the man’s shit list. Let’s be honest, that man was just batshit insane.

He normally would have rejoiced at the opportunity to set a woman-abusing prick in his place, but the method of getting there… ah, maybe not so much. Perhaps in a different circumstance. Sienna meant more to him than a one night stand, deserved more than to be taken advantage of at the next opportunity.

He leaned in and brushed his lips along her cheek. “I like you Sienna…a lot.” He murmured, pulling back slightly in attempt to hold the drunken woman’s gaze steady, though by this point she was probably too wasted to even remember his words. Or this interaction for that matter, but regardless it had to be said. “But you deserve better. Alright?” His teal eyes searched hers steadily. “You’ve been through hell, and you feel happy right now, but you’re probably going to regret... this. I don’t want to be a cause for that.”

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Tag; @sienna
Words; 640