Psychedelic inhaled deep as he shaded his body among the Lagoon trees and sampled the mud and brine of the ocean water and the heavy musk of men that filled this place. If he ever had a home, this was it. The Lagoon. His blood was as tied to this place as anyone’s, so it was no wonder every time he returned to the islands this is where he returned to.

Well, that and he could never step foot on Luthien again until he was absolutely sure Persephone wasn’t there waiting to murder him still for his past betrayal.

Psychedelic made a half-choked noise of amusement that came out more like a grunt than anything else. At this point if she took him out, she’d be doing him a favor. His body ached and his life had become rather pointless. Not that he was slumped into a depression or looking to revive his spirit with some mischief… Psychedelic simply… existed. He ate, he drank, he ran, he sparred if ever he crossed a cocky young stallion’s territory who was dumb enough to try and pick a fight with him. He lived fairly healthily for the most part, despite his age pushing him closer and closer to the end of it all.

After Talya finally left him alone he just really didn’t know what to do with himself. He was happy she was gone (seriously, he was!) but he’d gotten used to having her with him for the first six years she’d been alive. Maybe he hadn’t always been very nice to her, but he’d loved her in his own fucked up sort of way. She was still his kid, the only one out of any of his rugrats he actually knew or had a relationship with. Even if she was the kid he never wanted and unfortunately had inherited the same brain rot her grand sire had, she’d needed him to look out for her. He’d kept her safe for years until he just couldn’t handle her constant cheeriness and childlike mannerisms.

He’d always hated his sire for the same thing. Maybe he wouldn’t have hated Talya so much if she wasn’t so stupid. Maybe if she was normal he actually could have loved her like a father should and kept her safe without traumatizing and abusing her.

Ah, c’est la vie.

Psychedelic made that weird snort/grunt of amusement again. “Yeah, I guess.” He mumbled and huffed another sigh.

A loud call disrupted his lone company and Psychedelic pointed his ears at it and waited to see if someone else was going to call back. He’d reappeared along the Lagoon’s mud as if he was rebirthed from its sticky, wet black muck and had yet to even make an attempt at reintroducing himself to the other bachelors here or learning who was in charge.

He didn’t really give a crap anyways.

We should go say hi if no one else is going to…

The voice was rather bored of his lackluster lifestyle. “Why?” Psychedelic retorted like a grumpy teenager, shifting his weight to rest it on his left side instead of his right. “I don’t have anything to say to anyone.”

Why the fuck else did you come back here then? We could have just kept being a useless ghost doing shit all on the Mainlands. You came back here to the Lagoon for a reason and you owe it to me to figure out what that reason is.

“Oh, I owe it to you?” Psychedelic half-laughed.

Yeah, you prick. I was so close to getting you the same respect your grandsire had, helping erase the memory of your prissy stupid father for good and then you had to go and get all swept up in your parental feelings for a little kid. How’d that turn out again?

“Bite me.” Psychedelic rolled his eyes and turned to walk, pretending he was just ambling with no direction but very clearly walking the way that would bring him across the path of whoever had called. No one had answered and as the old overo stallion walked closer he saw she was alone.

Young thing, wasn’t she? Though apparently not that young, he thought as he noticed the unusual swell of her belly. Kids having fucking kids.

“Yeah?” He said as he got closer, with a tone that indicated he was already annoyed. “You got business with the Lagoon?” He asked like he was an established member. Like he wasn’t a stranger to everyone here.