Ita McNairee: *she's up, walking the floor with a cranky little boy one arm.. a pissy little girl in the other. They seem to have absorbed the overall tense mood of the house. Ita's bare feet pad along the doghair coated carpet as she waits for headlights.. a phone call.. something..* shh shh darlins.. nae o tha.. shhhh.

Aerin Thomas: The green hybrid pulls up to the farm, headlights shining as it pulls into the driveway. He stops the car, and puts it in park, sighing deeply. This...wasn't gonna go very well. He sits there for a moment, collecting his thoughts before he kills the engine.

Ita McNairee: d10: per alert: 2,7,6,1,

Ita McNairee: *well, she dosn't notice the car lights or the roar of the engine over the sudden squalling of a small pretty little girl, voice singing softly.. the dogs start barking in response to the car, and ita shushes them too* och.. yer nae 'elpen!

Aerin Thomas: He opens the car door with a sigh, killing the lights and making his way to the door. The usual paranoid glance around, making sure there's not evil waiting in the shadows, and he pulls open the screen door, then the main door, stepping through.

Ita McNairee: *snarling and snapping greets him, as usual. and then promptly ends as the dogs skitter away into the kitchen, Mastiff favoring him with a slobbering to the pants. Ita looks up as the door opens, her fingers playing across tori's complaining little mouth. She catches her lip, anxious as she looks to the garou*

Aerin Thomas: "I checked everywhere I've ever seen him at, or you told me to check, love." He shrugs helplessly. "Nothing." He sighs. "I have no idea where he might be."

Ita McNairee: ..och.. och shite.. bollox.. *she bites down hard on her lip, eyes filling*.. darlin.. dinnae wan hem tae gie hurt.. ee doesnae soond.. recht.

Aerin Thomas: He shuts the door and walks over to her, slipping an arm around her waist. A kiss to the heads of each of the children, and then one to Ita's. "I know you don't, love." He gives her a soft smile. "We'll find him. Somehow."

Ita McNairee: *she leans forward and sets her forehead onto his shoulder, breathing out a hot puff of air against his shoulder as Archie starts to squall. her shoulders slump a little, soft pikey turning her head up to eye Aerin*.. take yer daughter da?

Aerin Thomas: "Of course." He gently takes the complaining Tori from Ita, carefully bouncing her a little bit. "Shhh...shhh..."

Aerin Thomas: d10: Persuasion: 10,1,1,5,4,5,6,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Specialty: 2,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Cha+Empathy: 8,1,6,5,9,5,4,

Ita McNairee: *Tori's fairly easily soothes, sniffling up at Aerin grumpily.. Archie.. on the otherhand.. is fully intent on reaching new decible levels with a scream that could wake the dead.. The pretty little gypsy sets her jaw and trots into the bedroom, putting him in the crib and letting him squall. she shuts the door and leans on it, wiping hair from her forehead, near tears*

Aerin Thomas: The girl's soothed a little bit at least, and he sighs, smiling a little. Holding either of the children always helped his mood. He looks over to Ita. "Try not to worry too much, love. If he's looking for this Sady woman and she's on your side, she'll try to take him down without hurting him, right?"

Ita McNairee: *her hands flop limply*.. ah dinnae kain.. ah dinnae kain nae moore darlin.. frem .. ah.. et. *her hands drop lifelessly at her sides and she brings her head back hard against the door*. ...archie.. archie.. shut et.. please..

Aerin Thomas: He moves to put Tori into the crib as well, shushing her and moving to sooth the baby boy to silence, speaking softly in Romani.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Cha+Empathy: 3,5,9,3,2,5,7,

Ita McNairee: *Ita moves out of Aerin's way as he opens the door to the bedroom, shaking her head and murmering softly* Ye'll nae 'elp darlin..

Aerin Thomas: "Doesn't stop me from trying, love." He sighs a little. Some day. He runs a loving finger along Archer's cheek and then steps away from the crib, moving to hug Ita.

Ita McNairee: *she practically melts into him, clinging a little. soft and warm and alive. And rubbing her head across his shoulder in a compulsive sort of self soothing motion. she mumbles into his shoudler* Ah dinnae kain wha's gain awn nae moores..

Aerin Thomas: "Shhhh...." He pets her hair softly, holding her close...soothing words, soothing tones. "I know, love. I know. You're like me...you want to fix everything. I know how you're feeling."

Ita McNairee: ..darlin.. ah thenk.. ah.. dinnae.. ah thenk et was both o em.. both o em wha kelled Will's lass. Will said Gunther'd raped er loves.. An Sady.. she ran aft... doesnae beleive tha gunther could o daen et.... an sady's supposed tae be ~fexen~ hem! *the front of his shirt is getting wet.. but at least tears were easier to clean out than blood, as her shoulders shake and she dissolves into a growly sort of sobbing* tha's why ah put their daft arses tae FOOKEN GETHER!

Ita McNairee: wanned em tae take care o each ether.. nae gawn awn damned kellen sprees.. ah cannae dae naethen.. ah cannae *it dissolves into angry gaelic*

Aerin Thomas: He sighs, and squeezes his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Love...you don't know everything yet, I don't think...right? There's got to be something that makes sense here..."

Ita McNairee: *the near unintelligble slur of gaelic turns into pikey speak.. ending with.. *proper fooked. Bollox.. ah cannae 'elp naethen frem hiden.. ah cannae.. ets aul gaen tae shit darlin..

Aerin Thomas: "Shhhh...shhhhh..." He's calm, quiet and soothing for her. "Hush, love. We do what we can. Come on...let's sit down and just calm down for a moment, please?"

Aerin Thomas: d10: Cha+Empathy (WP): 9,5,4,6,6,5,2,

Ita McNairee: d10: wp: 6,5,9,9,6,5,1,

Ita McNairee: *stubborn pikey, even in her own defeat. But she nods and walks over to the couch, long shirt of his riding up on her legs as she circles 3 times and then sits hunched on the couch, hair stanggling over her shoulders in a tangled veil*... bollox.


Ita McNairee: ..och.. och shite.. bollox.. *she bites down hard on her lip, eyes filling*.. darlin.. dinnae wan hem tae gie hurt.. ee doesnae soond.. recht.

Aerin Thomas: He shuts the door and walks over to her, slipping an arm around her waist. A kiss to the heads of each of the children, and then one to Ita's. "I know you don't, love." He gives her a soft smile. "We'll find him. Somehow."

Ita McNairee: *she leans forward and sets her forehead onto his shoulder, breathing out a hot puff of air against his shoulder as Archie starts to squall. her shoulders slump a little, soft pikey turning her head up to eye Aerin*.. take yer daughter da?

Aerin Thomas: "Of course." He gently takes the complaining Tori from Ita, carefully bouncing her a little bit. "Shhh...shhh..."

Aerin Thomas: d10: Persuasion: 10,1,1,5,4,5,6,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Specialty: 2,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Cha+Empathy: 8,1,6,5,9,5,4,

Ita McNairee: *Tori's fairly easily soothes, sniffling up at Aerin grumpily.. Archie.. on the otherhand.. is fully intent on reaching new decible levels with a scream that could wake the dead.. The pretty little gypsy sets her jaw and trots into the bedroom, putting him in the crib and letting him squall. she shuts the door and leans on it, wiping hair from her forehead, near tears*

Aerin Thomas: The girl's soothed a little bit at least, and he sighs, smiling a little. Holding either of the children always helped his mood. He looks over to Ita. "Try not to worry too much, love. If he's looking for this Sady woman and she's on your side, she'll try to take him down without hurting him, right?"

Ita McNairee: *her hands flop limply*.. ah dinnae kain.. ah dinnae kain nae moore darlin.. frem .. ah.. et. *her hands drop lifelessly at her sides and she brings her head back hard against the door*. ...archie.. archie.. shut et.. please..

Aerin Thomas: He moves to put Tori into the crib as well, shushing her and moving to sooth the baby boy to silence, speaking softly in Romani.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Cha+Empathy: 3,5,9,3,2,5,7,

Ita McNairee: *Ita moves out of Aerin's way as he opens the door to the bedroom, shaking her head and murmering softly* Ye'll nae 'elp darlin..

Aerin Thomas: "Doesn't stop me from trying, love." He sighs a little. Some day. He runs a loving finger along Archer's cheek and then steps away from the crib, moving to hug Ita.

Ita McNairee: *she practically melts into him, clinging a little. soft and warm and alive. And rubbing her head across his shoulder in a compulsive sort of self soothing motion. she mumbles into his shoudler* Ah dinnae kain wha's gain awn nae moores..

Aerin Thomas: "Shhhh...." He pets her hair softly, holding her close...soothing words, soothing tones. "I know, love. I know. You're like me...you want to fix everything. I know how you're feeling."

Ita McNairee: ..darlin.. ah thenk.. ah.. dinnae.. ah thenk et was both o em.. both o em wha kelled Will's lass. Will said Gunther'd raped er loves.. An Sady.. she ran aft... doesnae beleive tha gunther could o daen et.... an sady's supposed tae be ~fexen~ hem! *the front of his shirt is getting wet.. but at least tears were easier to clean out than blood, as her shoulders shake and she dissolves into a growly sort of sobbing* tha's why ah put their daft arses tae FOOKEN GETHER!

Ita McNairee: wanned em tae take care o each ether.. nae gawn awn damned kellen sprees.. ah cannae dae naethen.. ah cannae *it dissolves into angry gaelic*

Aerin Thomas: He sighs, and squeezes his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Love...you don't know everything yet, I don't think...right? There's got to be something that makes sense here..."

Ita McNairee: *the near unintelligble slur of gaelic turns into pikey speak.. ending with.. *proper fooked. Bollox.. ah cannae 'elp naethen frem hiden.. ah cannae.. ets aul gaen tae shit darlin..

Aerin Thomas: "Shhhh...shhhhh..." He's calm, quiet and soothing for her. "Hush, love. We do what we can. Come on...let's sit down and just calm down for a moment, please?"

Aerin Thomas: d10: Cha+Empathy (WP): 9,5,4,6,6,5,2,

Ita McNairee: d10: wp: 6,5,9,9,6,5,1,

Ita McNairee: *stubborn pikey, even in her own defeat. But she nods and walks over to the couch, long shirt of his riding up on her legs as she circles 3 times and then sits hunched on the couch, hair stanggling over her shoulders in a tangled veil*... bollox.

Aerin Thomas: "I know." He sighs and walks over, sitting down next to her, arm slipping around her waist. "We'll help. But you know that they wouldn't want you putting yourself in danger. The ones who care, at least. That'll only hinder things. Right?"

Ita McNairee: rrrrreeeeeaagh.. *she curls her haind in her hair and pulls out a long handful of loose strands.. finally brown eyes look up to him, tear hanging off a hawked nose as she lullabies bitterly*.. ah feel useless.

Aerin Thomas: He reaches out and wipes the tear gently away, nodding. "I understand. You feel useless...helpless. I do know the feeling. But you helped me through it, remember?"

Ita McNairee: *she nods, watching the husky creep from the kitchen. a heavy sigh as she notes blueberry on his muzzle. Detouring the conversation, she points*.. dags been oop awn tha counter.

Aerin Thomas: "I'll get to Brutis later." The man's been diverted by Trevor Dunne, the expert of diverting questions. "And what did you tell me what I feel that way?"

Ita McNairee: er'd be aulrecht..*she offers up, half hearted trick having been easily seen through. she crawls onto his lap and wraps her legs around his waist, head on his shoulder as she absorbs his warmth, breasts sandwiched between them gingerly, His "i'll sleep when i'm dead" t'shirt bunching at her rump. she had her own. and yet he might note she was still wearing his*

Aerin Thomas: He smiles and nods a little bit, arms slipping easily around her waist, hugging her to a lanky body. He kisses her cheek softly, then her shoulder, before speaking softly in her ear. "Exactly. And it will be. I promise you. One way or another, it will be all right. There may be sadness to come...there may be frustration, and anger, and all of that. But in the end, I swear to you, it will be all right."

Ita McNairee: *a long huff noise as she exhales, soft curvy body getting smaller, like a dog done puffing up for a fight. she rests her head on his shoulder and moves his hair to kiss his neck. tired as archie finally falls into soft sobbing and no longer screams like a banshee. she sighs*

Aerin Thomas: He tilts his neck as always for her when lips find neck, casting a sidelong glace to the door. "He's getting better, I think," he remarks idly. "Not there yet, obviously, but give him time."

Ita McNairee: *her fingers stroke at his neck, smiling a little, despite her foul mood at the tilt of his neck*.. och.. yer a horrid werewolf.. *she manages to sound a little teasing even as she kisses his pulse and draws back to look at him*.. ee'll be better when ee's aulder.. reckon ah oonderstan why yer folks dinnae gie wie wan another.. oo'd take care o yer wee wans.. aye?

Aerin Thomas: "Well...yeah, I guess to some, there's that..." He shrugs. "Kinfolk are immune to the whole primal anger thing we've got going. So it's not so bad for them. It's more...when two Trueborn get involved with each other, it doesn't...breed right, for lack of a better term."

Ita McNairee: Aye.. laidan explained.. *she nods and bites his shoulder when he shrugs. she was getting to hate that*

Aerin Thomas: He looks at her at the bite, brow raised, though with a smile. "What was that for?"

Ita McNairee: yer aulways shruggin an ah dinnae like et. *she prattles simply, nuzzling a hawked nose against his neck* how are ye.. wie tha moon?

Aerin Thomas: "As good as I can be, I think. Not too bad, all things considered." He smiles and squeezes his arms around her. "And you realize...your bites are not an incentive to stop doing something..."

Ita McNairee: och.. wha would yer elders say.. *she teases as she's squeezed. pushing a hand to his chest with a slight jingle. Watch the breasts there buddy. A quick glance down affirms that yes.. there is now a wetspot on the front of her shirt. She gives a crooked smile up to him*

Aerin Thomas: "My elders can't think too much less of me...at least the ones in the city. Luckily, the ones at Gaia's Hand really don't need to know." He grins a little with the wet spot is revealed, chuckling. "Whoops."

Ita McNairee: *she shakes her hea, hair falling in her face, too long to be managable by any stretch of the imagination. she exhales again an sets her head on his shoulder, pressing close regardless of the bit of breastmilk. A moments shifting in his lap, before she hums*.. .ah wan everywan tae be aulrecht tae. .. ye checked that bar underneath?

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." He nods a little. "The bar owner said he'd called out the last few nights. I asked him to give me a call if he saw him, or to have him to call me."

Ita McNairee: ..aye.. thank ye darlin.. *she nuzzles the thin man's neck, solemn.. allbut devoid of the usual pikey cheer and madness. Muted with worry. She listens fo rthe babies, and hearing nothing, sings softly*.. Love ye..

Aerin Thomas: "I love you, too, Ita." He leans his head down, kissing her forehead. "It'll be all right. I promise."

Ita McNairee: hmm. *oh the lies we tell ourselvs. She chuckles and nods, rubbing his shoulder where she bit him*..coome tae bed?

Ita McNairee: soory ah gaw ye oot o bed... wha wie tha moon.. ah jes.. folks needed ye.. aye? *a crooked smile. She'd suggested bed, and yet the tired looking pikey doesn't seem to be moving from his lap*

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." He nods a little, rising to head off with her.

Aerin Thomas: "It's okay, love. I'm sorry I was arguing. It was just..." He sighs. "I'm the paranoid one, I know. But it's not without reason...you know that, right?"

Aerin Thomas: And he does rise, whether she moves or not. If she diesn't, it just means he's carrying her to bed.

Ita McNairee: *she stays clamped onto him, soft curves tucked against him as they move into the bedroom. she strokes the back ofhis neck under the hair, catching hazel eyes in warm brown*. aye darlin.. ah kain yer jes bein carefy. *and thats all there is to it, as its clear that she still thinks it went as it should. She kisses his neck and sighs deeply* nae thrashin oor ah'll turn entae an octaeepuss an suction ye tae tha damned bed. *she threatens as they dissappear into the dark of the bedroom*

Aerin Thomas: "I'll try not to, love." The door shuts behind them.