Burned Out Halos [CLAYTON]

[brent zachary mckinney]

The weather was bearable enough for Brent to venture outside today, which beat lounging on Robert's mangy, old sofa and drinking/sleeping the day away - kind of. He didn't have anything to do now that he'd been fired and that was just how the hybrid liked it. However, he knew he couldn't continue like this forever because neither he nor his flatmate had a job so paying for shit was pretty impossible. God only knew how Rob had managed it before.

He sat on one edge of the pier, his legs dangling over the edge, and sipped at a bottle of bourbon that he'd stolen from the flat. Brent wasn't even thinking about jumping in, despite the warm-ish weather and the once in a lifetime appearance of the sun. Although, for a moment he considered doing something other than sitting here and drinking, meh, Brent was perfectly content with that for now. It was nice to stop and enjoy the view and the energy he received from the sunlight was a bonus.

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: heheheh ❦ Tagged: DADDY~

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[clayton drake mckinney]

Clayton had never exactly liked the sea. He supposed it was to do with being a fire faerie; perhaps being such an individual created something like a complete aversion to the ocean. He was, of course, in control of the power of heat and flame, the complete polar opposite of water, so perhaps it wasn't all that surprising that he wasn't overly keen on large bodies of the liquid. However, it was far more surprising that he did like the sun. While it made perfect sense for the fire faerie in him to adore the sun, the vampire blood which ran through his veins hated the light, which...confused things a little. The conflicting emotions that Clayton had when he went outside tended to be to strong for him to put up with, but in the warmer, more summery months the faerie blood won out and he'd end up going out far more often.

Despite this, he'd had no reason to come near to the sea. He didn't like the stuff, for the most part; he'd much rather avoid it than be near it. Still, he wasn't about to complain that day: he was missing Madison even more than he usually did, and he'd always found her fascination with water fascinating. Maybe it was her that had drawn him closer that day. Clayton wasn't one to be superstitious- on the surface, he knew that there was nothing more to it than pure coincidence, he'd just gotten a little lost on his wander and ended up by the pier- but still, it was a nice enough thought and it calmed him a little. Madison would have been one to think it was something along the lines of fate- she always had her head in the clouds, at least in comparison to her extremely down-to-earth husband. Clayton smiled faintly at the thought of her, despite the fact it made his heart hurt. She'd still be with him, if it wasn't for the idiotic acts of the man he would always be ashamed to call his son.

At the thought of Brent, Clayton looked up, and noticed a man sat by the end of the pier. The figure looked familiar, although at first the hybrid wasn't able to imagine why- it wasn't until he drew closer and noticed that this guy was in fact the one person who'd ruined his life that his spine prickled in surprise. At that moment, he didn't care what he normally believed. There must have been some secondary work going on here: there was no way that all of this was pure coincedence. The man's initial instinct was to go up to Brent- his own child- and make him pay for all the wrongs he'd committed right then and there, but something, something, made him decide to just hear what he had to say, if he had any sort of explanation at all. Slowly, silently, Clayton advanced on Brent. He saw as he got closer that his child's taste in clothing hadn't improved at all, not that he'd really been expecting it to have done- he still looked as horrific as ever, if not more so. As he took the last steps, he realised that Brent was drinking some sort of alcohol, although what he wasn't quite able to tell... still, it didn't surprise him in the slightest that his son had drinking issues. He'd always seemed like that kind of boy, right from the start.

"Brent." The man's voice was icy- just because he wasn't going to go right up to his son then and there and punish him didn't mean that he should expect any mercy. This man still needed to pay, and Clayton would make sure that he did, even if it was the last thing he accomplished in his long life.

✚ Outfit: Clicky! ✚
✚ Notes: I'm scared ✚
✚ Tagged: Sonny-boy! ✚
✚ Credit: Connie! ✚

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[brent zachary mckinney]

He was completely oblivious to the figure stood near the pier, even if he would've surely recognised it if he'd noticed it was there in the first place. Brent had never been particularly observant and the booze, added to how he'd been over-sleeping the past few days wasn't helping him out at all in that area. He couldn't bring himself to start thinking because he just wanted to relax and that wasn't going to be possible if he did begin running through every issue with his life and what he needed to do instead of lazing around eternally.

Soon, he'd ended up finishing the bourbon so dropped it into the lake without a second though, although he did end up flinching when the action caused a small splash. It didn't bother him that he hadn't at least put his rubbish in the bin. This was the easier option, therefore it was the one that he would take. Brent was such a nice, environmentally-friendly guy like that.

With his eyes cast downwards, watching the bottle as it floated on the water, he jumped slightly when he noticed someone else's reflection in the water. He recognised the voice though. How could he not? It belonged to his own father. It took a few moments for him to get over the initial shock of Clayton actually being right behind him and not exactly sounding happy either. Brent didn't let himself think. He just found himself feeling incredibly pissed off already that he'd been found after he'd successfully kept himself hidden from his family for almost thirty years. "Daddy." he spat, adopting a sarcastic voice that was of a higher pitch than it normally was. It was accompanied by a scowl as Brent stared into the water, refusing to look up at the man who had tried to raise him.

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: heheheh ❦ Tagged: DADDY~

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