Day 90; Video 003

[bostonhowler]

[The breeze pushes her heavy hair behind her. She takes a deep breath and then puts a smile on for the camera. It's tentative, but there.]

I owe apologies. Quite a few of them. Riley, Charlie, St. Raphael, Derek....

[She pauses.]

Dilandau.

I had some personal trouble recently and lashed out at those that didn't deserve it. I apologize for not being able to keep my temper and for not explaining anything.

[Another pause.]

And for still not explaining anything.

I just... Please accept my apology. For those that don't wish to, [Dilandau] I understand.

I'm going to be staying at the lighthouse a bit, I think. I need the perspective and if something happens again, there won't be anyone to take the brunt of it. Except some seagulls, but they're usually pretty forgiving.

Comments

[bostonhowler]

[She sighs, leaning against Riley's side.]

He was, yeah. A-15, street patrol, third shift out of Bunker Hill Street. He was also Special Operations. Meaning he sometimes worked weird hours because they needed him.

[undomesticated]

[The shift surprises her, especially given how they'd started this conversation, but it also pleases her. She'd missed having people to be close to, Balthazar the only one willing to put up with her draping herself over him at any given point.]

Special Operations? Is that like SWAT?

[bostonhowler]

[Derek isn't cuddly, and Brigid is missing the piles of wolves that usually happen on movie night.]

I think there was a big change around, so SWAT is now Special Operations or something like that. I never really paid attention, except when there was this big standoff a year or so before he died, and Da got called in to help out. I was in school on lockdown.

[undomesticated]

That sounds... potentially dangerous. Is your father a werewolf?

[Because where Riley was from, not all family members carried the gene with born shifters.]

[bostonhowler]

He was, yeah. Bitten, though. Got turned when he was nineteen.

[It's through him that she'd been born a Wolf.]

[undomesticated]

And your mom?

[She'd always been a little curious about people that were bitten or magicked instead of born with it.]

[bostonhowler]

Completely human.

[Maybe if she hadn't been, she would've survived the car accident.]

[undomesticated]

Huh. Guess that had to have been a bit weird growing up.

[bostonhowler]

Not really? I was six when she died.

[She'd been the one in the pack to lack a mother. But everyone had stepped up to take up the slack.]

[undomesticated]

Oh. Uh, I'm sorry to hear that.

[And she genuinely was. She couldn't imagine not having her mother.]

[bostonhowler]

[Brigid's eyes flick blue.]

Thank you. It was a long time ago, though. Happens all the time.

[undomesticated]

[And now she felt uncomfortable. Jesus, how do you change the subject from that?]

Um...