One Step Closer [ Elena D. ] Jun 20, 2009 23:58:06 GMT -8
Post by Casey Winslow on Jun 20, 2009 23:58:06 GMT -8
18 October 2010
Nothing was according to plan.
Arguably, Casey Winslow no longer had a clue what the plan was. After all, he had so many desires pulling him so many different ways and two women vying for his attention--now possibly only one. He wasn't sure. He didn't care anymore, really. It was too frustrating to care. It distracted him from what had to be done. First and foremost, that was to get Julian to supposed safety and get Evie away from the bastard. He couldn't force her to go anywhere with him. If he could, he would have never let her go the evening before when he'd told her the truth, but he knew Evie better than that. She wouldn't have allowed it for an instant--especially not with what Trevor had spoon fed her concerning him. It frustrated him to no end but that was life. Nothing was meant to be easy. Nothing was meant to be fair.
Yes, the morning had been so very fun between such morose thoughts and trying to force his son, who would rather not be awake much less within the same house with his dad, out of bed. Getting him to shower, dress, brush his teeth, and eat? He almost gave up on that, almost told him, "Fine, stink, look frumpy, and be starved when you get back to your cousins." However, he'd managed to reign in his temper, which took about all his energy. Now, he was standing with his son in front of a shop that sold some basic wizarding needs near the entrance to Knockturn Alley. He had seen people he knew to be Order here before, trying to blend in and sneak supplies. Why they didn't simply go into some other country's wizarding area and shop where it was safer was beyond him, but whatever. The Order had never really made much sense to him, especially since he'd been disillusioned.
With a quiet sigh, he shifted his weight and leaned against the building, his arms crossed. He glanced over at his hooded son momentarily before down at the ground. Julian had been quiet all morning. He hadn't said much since Casey had mentioned telling his "Stepford mum" the truth. Casey counted this partially as a blessing. It prevented things from getting worse between them than it was already. At least, he hoped. He didn't know if any of this was a good idea or not, but it's what Julian had demanded for months and he needed to be temporarily shed of his fatherly duties to save Evie yet again and sort through this myriad of emotions he was experiencing for two different women in two different ways for two very different reasons.
But as though to distract him from his thoughts, the sight of a familiar face roused him from his thoughts, and Casey pushed himself from the wall, still hooded as he said, "Elena," hoping that it would be odd enough for her to hear her name in these parts and in his voice that she would stop to look for the source.
((Totally forgot about this yesterday and today, but here we are. ^^ One step closer to Justin...no pun intended.))