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(tags) fox, ppl @
tent (mentioned)
(misc.) shrug emoji
1,034 words
not @ the way casi
doesn't take this s
eriously LOL
mtuan, kim mtuan
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- Despite the thunder in the gloomy skies, a thin trail of cigarette smoke makes it way through the tree tops, the beginnings of a light drizzle doing little to fizzle out the source. Leaning against one of the towering trees, the tall man knew a storm before it hit, the smell of dampness and the misty fog doing little to hide the disgusting weather that was to hit the little group of 'animals' that hid away in the middle of nowhere. Casimir could already feel the way his fringes that had been shoved out of his face had begun to fall into his eyes once again, the dark mop of unkempt hair already beginning to dampen with the humidity of the atmosphere. It didn't help, of course, as the wind began to pick up through the leaves, swaying said strands to plaster against his temples. It certainly gave the man something of a wild look.
Kind of like one of the lost boys in one of those fairytales. Peter Pan. If he could recall correctly.
Running his fingers through his hair with his free hand, the man takes another inhale of his cig, relishing in the slight burn as it entered his system, only to be expelled just moments later. To be honest, the weather didn't bother the man much. As he stood in nothing but his jacket and some pair of black waterproof joggers and boots. Whatever clung to him elsewhere, he simply allowed. Never one to fight the weather when in truth, the cooling soft drizzle of rain that began to fall feeling nice against his heated skin.
The drizzle that starts to hit the forest reminds Casimir of home. Of the impoverish slums and the saddened eyes. Of the unwanted kids and those who were wanted- but couldn't be kept for the family had nothing to raise them with. How abandonment had turned to comfort in Casimir's case, friends lost and families ever the more nonexistent. He recalls the way children had always been forced to stick together to survive, how he'd met... many surprising faces while running the streets of the wealthy, shooed away when they begged for just something to sustain themselves with. He even recalls a particular boy just two years older than he, but so much more battered and bruised. So hardened by the time spent without outside comfort that he'd found comfort in his own lonesome. Grumpy and considerably terrifying to some of the other children. And maybe Casimir too, if he'd known any better through without his own naivety. But Casimir simply missed him, instead. Though their time came briefly before meeting any one member of the current little group of 'animals'. Before they'd assigned themselves roles and decided to call themselves by said roles, rather than their birth names. He was like a whisper from Casimir's past.
Of the countless days he, himself, had sat in the rain, the young man had allowed the water to run off his crouched frame in hopes of washing out his grimy hair and the dirt that clung to his face like dark smudges. How he'd tilted his face into the sky and allowed the clouds to cry heavy tears. (And maybe he'd wept with them in his youth.)
The boom of thunder draws Casimir back into the present. To the little group that struggled to survive even now. Running from the royal guards and those who wanted the children dead. (And yes, although they were no longer all underaged, they were still children, nonetheless- spirited and naïve.) Somehow, Casimir doesn't know how they've come so far. Casimir doesn't think he could have made it this far without them. And maybe, just maybe, the cynical part of said man had hoped it'd be him ending up missing and dead, rather than someone they all sought and needed to survive. They were down one member- why hadn't it been him?
Another drum of thunder brings on an onslaught of the storm, fast and quivering with no room for preparation. The cigarette butt is dropped to the forest floor soon after, a boot-clad foot grinding it against the dirt as if for safe measure, though it would surely have been put out by the rain, regardless. Of course, Casimir doesn't do anything against the onslaught of the storm, somehow still finding comfort in the torrential downpour, despite all odds. The others in group may have already started sheltering from the chaotic weather- others were not Casimir. Clearly.
Of course, it's the sharp call from Fox that beckons Casimir's attention towards the other. His alias falling with ease as the other man catches his attention and- oh yeah. It's the way they no longer used their birth names with one another that perhaps kept the group knit together so tight. They were all someone. But the someone from their (his) past seemed so far away. Even when the others hadn't chosen to, Casimir finds himself clinging to any identity he could prior to his now-alias- mustang. Casimir, Xue Yi, Huo. Pieces of mustang he couldn't exactly let go of, yet.
"Coming." The man assures through the howling of the wind, "So, why did we assign this job to mouse again?" Casimir cracks, the corners of his lips lifting just as the tall man reaches to grab for a flying corner of the poor tent currently flapping wildly in the wind. Oh, Casimir knew it'd ruffle some feathers on mouse with the next one, yet he couldn't help it. Not when all three boys looked like the sodden animals struggling in the rain that they were. "Maybe we just need to make your temper flare higher," he chuckles, attention turning to the other boy, as he pulls the tent down as much as the man could towards his fellow groupmate, "Give you the boost of fighting energy you need to get this tent set up."
"Or maybe, we just sleep in the mud tonight, doesn't seem like too bad of an idea to me-" the quivering teasing is cut off when owl joins the fray, her earnest efforts a stark contrast whatever the hell mustang had been attempting with the two boys.