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triskehale) wrote2016-08-15 12:26 pm
triskehale) wrote2016-08-15 12:26 pm
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Saffron has never, barring some sort of citywide catastrophe, not shown up for work without letting Derek know that she would be out.
The truck is on the nighttime schedule and once it's half an hour past their normal meet up time at the commissary, Derek really starts to worry. The sinking feeling in his stomach only grows stronger when he picks up his phone. He's terrified as he pulls up his favorites menu, fingers trembling as he taps Saffron's name.
We're sorry, but the number you've dialed is no longer in service.
Derek's eyes fall shut as his phone clatters down onto the steel prep table, and he staggers backwards to lean against the counter. He presses his palms into his eyes and lets out a growl, teeth clenched as he struggles not to lose it. He just can't believe that this is happening again.
Or maybe he can, and somehow that's even worse.
Saffron was his constant. She's been with him since he first got to the city, and he can't even imagine it without her. She's taken care of him, looked out for him, and helped him grow and now she's just-- gone.
It's horrible that Derek has a routine for this, but he does. He leaves the commissary and heads for the woods, stripping out of his clothes once he's made it into the trees. His eyes sting and there's a lump in his throat, and he combats it by shifting. It doesn't lessen the pain, being in this form, but it focuses it into one primal emotion instead of a swirling mix of questions and feelings and fears.
In this form, there is only grief. Another member of his pack is gone. Derek tips his head back and lets out a long, mournful howl into the night sky.
The truck is on the nighttime schedule and once it's half an hour past their normal meet up time at the commissary, Derek really starts to worry. The sinking feeling in his stomach only grows stronger when he picks up his phone. He's terrified as he pulls up his favorites menu, fingers trembling as he taps Saffron's name.
We're sorry, but the number you've dialed is no longer in service.
Derek's eyes fall shut as his phone clatters down onto the steel prep table, and he staggers backwards to lean against the counter. He presses his palms into his eyes and lets out a growl, teeth clenched as he struggles not to lose it. He just can't believe that this is happening again.
Or maybe he can, and somehow that's even worse.
Saffron was his constant. She's been with him since he first got to the city, and he can't even imagine it without her. She's taken care of him, looked out for him, and helped him grow and now she's just-- gone.
It's horrible that Derek has a routine for this, but he does. He leaves the commissary and heads for the woods, stripping out of his clothes once he's made it into the trees. His eyes sting and there's a lump in his throat, and he combats it by shifting. It doesn't lessen the pain, being in this form, but it focuses it into one primal emotion instead of a swirling mix of questions and feelings and fears.
In this form, there is only grief. Another member of his pack is gone. Derek tips his head back and lets out a long, mournful howl into the night sky.