03-05-2019, 04:08 AM
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brendan i. collins
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to most people, Brendan May come off as cold or standoffish or passive aggressive or...whatever, but in all honesty he isn’t entirely like that. Sure, he heavily enjoys throwing up a closed-off persona, as it makes him feel way more safe than sorry, but he does have a nice side; the soft part of him is just hard toâ€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€reveal, he guesses. And honestly, who could reasonably blame him? With all of the trauma that’s happened to him, and all of the broken off bonds and relationships, his mind has been convinced that it makes complete sense for him to withdraw back into a tiny little hermit shell, closed off from...well, pretty much everyone.
Plus, in his opinion relationships must take a lot of time to build, and therefore most people won’t receive the good tidbits of his personality easily. (...wait, does that make sense? He has no clue, but let’s roll with it anyways.)
Well, no matter the case, it’s very, very challenging for people to get close to Brendanâ€â€simple. Heck, there’s only one actual person in the lodge who he’s somewhat bonded with, Hayley, and even then it’s not like they’re buddies or whatever. They just...he doesn’t know, they just get each other or something. At this point in time, she’s the only one that knows about the crap that has happened to him when he was younger, and he’s planning on keeping it that way. Andâ€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€now that he thinks about it, there is someone else he’s somewhat close with: hope.
Funnily enough, Brendan happens to be babysitting the little thing right now, sitting crisscross applesauce in the nursery with hope in his lap. (It’s worth noting that he also has the three chicks with him, but they’re wandering about at the moment.) anyways, hope is currently fiddling with some...white wooden thingamabob that Jackson made for her; while Brendan can’t for the life of him figure out what the heck it’s supposed to be (all he knows is that it’s a toy of some sort), it’s enough for hope to merrily play with it.
"oops," he idly comments as hope drops the toy; "here ya go." lifting it up, he hands it back to the child, giggling a teensy tiny bit as she almost immediately puts it in her mouth. "noooo hope, that’s gross!"
Gingerly tugging on the toy and ushering it out of her mouth, Brendan exhales softly, allowing the kid to put the object in her hands this time. However, within just a few moments she is fascinated by something else: the three chicks pecking away at Brendan’s toes. A soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips, Brendan scoops up one of the chicks and shows her to hope, but as the infant quickly reaches out he lifts the chicken out of reach.
"be gentle," he lightly scolds, a single arm wrapped around the kid so he doesn’t risk the chance of her going after the chick (he doubts she will, but it’s a necessary precaution). "this is sunny, though. Isn’t she cute?"
Little does Brendan know, his walkie-talkie has been on the entire time, recording the interaction with hope and broadcasting it to everyone in flintlock who just-so happens to have a walkie-talkie from the meeting. Whoops.
(( got this idea from Van dkfjfkvm && while only people who have walkie-talkies heard the entire thing you can have your peep walk in ofc ))
Plus, in his opinion relationships must take a lot of time to build, and therefore most people won’t receive the good tidbits of his personality easily. (...wait, does that make sense? He has no clue, but let’s roll with it anyways.)
Well, no matter the case, it’s very, very challenging for people to get close to Brendanâ€â€simple. Heck, there’s only one actual person in the lodge who he’s somewhat bonded with, Hayley, and even then it’s not like they’re buddies or whatever. They just...he doesn’t know, they just get each other or something. At this point in time, she’s the only one that knows about the crap that has happened to him when he was younger, and he’s planning on keeping it that way. Andâ€â€Ã¢â‚¬â€now that he thinks about it, there is someone else he’s somewhat close with: hope.
Funnily enough, Brendan happens to be babysitting the little thing right now, sitting crisscross applesauce in the nursery with hope in his lap. (It’s worth noting that he also has the three chicks with him, but they’re wandering about at the moment.) anyways, hope is currently fiddling with some...white wooden thingamabob that Jackson made for her; while Brendan can’t for the life of him figure out what the heck it’s supposed to be (all he knows is that it’s a toy of some sort), it’s enough for hope to merrily play with it.
"oops," he idly comments as hope drops the toy; "here ya go." lifting it up, he hands it back to the child, giggling a teensy tiny bit as she almost immediately puts it in her mouth. "noooo hope, that’s gross!"
Gingerly tugging on the toy and ushering it out of her mouth, Brendan exhales softly, allowing the kid to put the object in her hands this time. However, within just a few moments she is fascinated by something else: the three chicks pecking away at Brendan’s toes. A soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips, Brendan scoops up one of the chicks and shows her to hope, but as the infant quickly reaches out he lifts the chicken out of reach.
"be gentle," he lightly scolds, a single arm wrapped around the kid so he doesn’t risk the chance of her going after the chick (he doubts she will, but it’s a necessary precaution). "this is sunny, though. Isn’t she cute?"
Little does Brendan know, his walkie-talkie has been on the entire time, recording the interaction with hope and broadcasting it to everyone in flintlock who just-so happens to have a walkie-talkie from the meeting. Whoops.
(( got this idea from Van dkfjfkvm && while only people who have walkie-talkies heard the entire thing you can have your peep walk in ofc ))