Post by MASON LOCKWOOD on Apr 1, 2019 16:40:02 GMT
Feet sure on leaves that had been left slick by the rain that had been falling when he’d woken up that morning, Mason ran through the woods. The sun was heading for the apex now, glowing brightly enough that the ground around him had started to steam. By midday it would’ve been too hot to run comfortably had he still been human but that ship had sailed when Katherine had forced him to trigger the curse. He could run for hours now in blistering summer weather and barely be out of breath in the end. It meant that he couldn’t exhausted himself to the point where all the fear and frustration turned to numbness but that didn’t matter, not today anyway. Frustration had finally bled away, at least partially, last night. For the first time in weeks Tyler had come home after school and had stayed there. Somehow they’d made it through a family dinner with no raised voices, no accusations, no storming away from the table. He wasn’t under any sort of illusion that the peace and sense of family togetherness would last, their problems weren’t going to be erased in a single night, but Mason was going to take each success where he found it. And today he was celebrating that minor victory by taking off into the woods he’d known like the back of his hand as a kid. A run that would loosen muscles that had been too tense lately even if it didn’t leave him winded, plenty of fresh air and a chance to let his mind drift instead of spinning itself around in circles. No ritual, no Mikaelsons, no Tyler and more importantly no Katherine. After all they’d spoken about in the diner that first day and the kiss she’d planted on his cheek Mason absolutely didn’t want to think about that.
No relationships now. With all else that was going on it was simply too messy to figure out what that kiss on the cheek meant. Besides, even if the woman involved wasn’t a selfish, murdering doppelganger, Mason thought as he hurdled a log and headed for the ruins, you had no guarantee you weren’t getting in over your head, Derek was proof of that. The guy might’ve had a perfectly normal relationship on his hands after dealing with a prior psycho but still he couldn’t tell for sure. Approaching the spot where the Lockwood Estate had once stood Mason chuckled and shook his head. Who would’ve ever thought that he’d be hoping to remain single. At least until he got to leave it was simply the wisest thing to do. Mason saw the charred ruins start to appear through the trees and slowed to a walk. Usually the place was abandoned, it was why he’d been coming out here to chain himself up in the cellar during the full moon. Now there was a flash of colour through the trees, not dull enough to be Sheriff’s department deputies, not enough noise to have him thinking high school kids were hanging around the place. Dark brows beetled as he made his way towards it, then relaxed as he heard the shutter of a camera clicking a moment before he saw a tumble of long dark hair. ”Not many people come poking around here to take photos when the Falls are stealing all the glory. I never thought I’d see you here...” Had he mentioned where home had been to Quinn when they’d been thousands of miles away from here? Mason couldn’t remember. Home was never something he talked about much. That rarely mattered in Mystic Falls, the town always seemed to live up to its name by mysteriously drawing people in.
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