[ Alyssa Lysander did not deal with things very well. She spent most of her life squandering her grandmother's generosity, lost and confused and trying to prove her self worth by flinging herself at anyone who would take her.
And now with the death of her grandmother, Lys' downward spiral seems to have gotten worse. It's not helped by the fact that Lys was the one to find the body. And it's further not helped by the fact that they know who did it, that it couldn't be more obvious to those on the outside of the situation looking in, but there was no proof. The eldest Lysander was ordered to stay away from the case- it was too personal- and with nowhere left to turn, Sandon had dragged his baby sister to meet Jacob Randall, to plead for the wizard's help in resolving this. Jacob had agreed, of course, which left Charlie with a shape-shifting couch surfer with an alcohol problem.
It's been a couple of months now, with no resolution in sight. Alyssa's presence around Charlie's apartment was often scarce. Sometimes she would stumble in the door at four in the morning, disheveled and reeking of alcohol, crashing on the couch to sleep the day away, other times she wouldn't come back at all, only to resurface in a day or two to start the cycle again. It was always a toss up of which it would be when Sandon would drop by to check up on his little sister.
Often times, when she was nowhere to be found, Charlie would have to talk the other man down, tell him that he's tried to talk to her about it, tried to help her and keep tabs on her as best he could, but in the end, Alyssa always found a way. She didn't want to live and the here and the now, and she'd do whatever it took to ensure that she didn't. Sandon would then take up residence on Charlie's couch and wait for her until eventually work dragged him away. It was awkward at first, with the wizard tiptoeing around the shifter, but once Charlie finally struck up conversation, it was clear that they got along well.
Other times, when Lys was passed out on the couch, Sandon would just sit silently, stroking her hair as she slept, worry written across his face. Eventually Charlie started inviting him to partake of a cup of coffee, and the two would sit in quiet conversation at the kitchen table while Alyssa dozed away on the couch.
This is one of the latter times. Charlie slides a mug across the kitchen table to the other man, offering him a small, sympathetic smile ]
She's been around the apartment a little more often lately. I think she misses you.
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And now with the death of her grandmother, Lys' downward spiral seems to have gotten worse. It's not helped by the fact that Lys was the one to find the body. And it's further not helped by the fact that they know who did it, that it couldn't be more obvious to those on the outside of the situation looking in, but there was no proof. The eldest Lysander was ordered to stay away from the case- it was too personal- and with nowhere left to turn, Sandon had dragged his baby sister to meet Jacob Randall, to plead for the wizard's help in resolving this. Jacob had agreed, of course, which left Charlie with a shape-shifting couch surfer with an alcohol problem.
It's been a couple of months now, with no resolution in sight. Alyssa's presence around Charlie's apartment was often scarce. Sometimes she would stumble in the door at four in the morning, disheveled and reeking of alcohol, crashing on the couch to sleep the day away, other times she wouldn't come back at all, only to resurface in a day or two to start the cycle again. It was always a toss up of which it would be when Sandon would drop by to check up on his little sister.
Often times, when she was nowhere to be found, Charlie would have to talk the other man down, tell him that he's tried to talk to her about it, tried to help her and keep tabs on her as best he could, but in the end, Alyssa always found a way. She didn't want to live and the here and the now, and she'd do whatever it took to ensure that she didn't. Sandon would then take up residence on Charlie's couch and wait for her until eventually work dragged him away. It was awkward at first, with the wizard tiptoeing around the shifter, but once Charlie finally struck up conversation, it was clear that they got along well.
Other times, when Lys was passed out on the couch, Sandon would just sit silently, stroking her hair as she slept, worry written across his face. Eventually Charlie started inviting him to partake of a cup of coffee, and the two would sit in quiet conversation at the kitchen table while Alyssa dozed away on the couch.
This is one of the latter times. Charlie slides a mug across the kitchen table to the other man, offering him a small, sympathetic smile ]
She's been around the apartment a little more often lately. I think she misses you.