@dwcynchiltcn II The Fallen King
———— Orange and yellow flicked across blue-hued irises as mind attempted to clear in the presence of the opportunity for relaxation. A flask rested in the palm of the man, elbows on his knees as he was content with admiring the flames. With laughter resonating in his head, conversations around him, and the smell of plentiful food - he could not help but visualize his old community wrapped around him. He saw their faces, heard their voices, and could almost feel the warmth and support from his old friends. It was so unfortunate to him that he had left them all behind, that they were seated with the gods. As his eyes moved from the fire and up towards the crowd, he suddenly yearned for the return of his mother. She would have loved this group. The people were mostly kind and they had a good system in place. He had at least seen that much since he had arrived just about a week before. He did not see any reason to leave this place, in fact, it may be a chance for him to start over.
A man wandered near the other side of the fire, a smile resting on his face as he greeted everyone. There was a familiar aura about him - something that led Lachlan to believe he held power in their community. Lachlan rose from his position by the fire, hands moving to slip his flask into his jeans - he wanted to get a read of the man before he ever knew he was a drinker. It was not that he drank often, but since Lily left, he found himself hard-pressed to stay away from his secret stash of liquor. He knew it was a dangerous habit, to rely on it to numb the pain, so he was eager to find another distraction. Upon reflection during his quarantine, the idea that he felt so useless due to his lack of leadership role had crossed his mind - thus he was on a mission to find some way to gain power.
"Ya must be one of the councilmen then." The words escaped his lips with minor excitement. "Yer a hard man to reach, been tryna get a'hold on yer time since I got here." He continued, extending his hand out of respect. "Lachlan MacGhobhainn at yer service sir."
It was imperative that a good impression was made if he were to stay with them for any extended amount of time. He was completely open to explaining his past failures and felt that honestly might lend him more trust from those around him. Though kind, most of the citizens seemed guarded in a way he was not used to. He prided himself on having a trusting face, yet these people did not seem to care at all. Clearly, there had been either a betrayal in their past or someone who had come in and committed crimes against them. Lachlan had never been one to give up on people though, even when they tried to kill him, he still believed there was some good within them - there had to be. To begin the line of thought that everyone was inherently evil and that chaos could take over any mind was dangerous rhetoric to perpetuate. In order for hope to survive, these things had to be snuffed out before they began.
