Pitch: After The Day Ends

Just had mega-awesome RP tonight, and I wanted to get this down while it was still fresh. Too much going on to explain what's happening- will provide linkage when I'm not brain-dead, I promise.
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Pitch padded into the Pig, wishing he could clear the smell from his nose. Lark sat on the steps inside, brushing Tuah out. He came up to her and stopped. "I am tired," he announced wearily. "And I am extremely tired of smelling death." Lark raised an eyebrow at him, then set the brush aside. Tuah grumbled when she pushed him with her foot, but he moved. Lark turned toward Pitch. "Come here, babe," she said. Pitch raised his own eyebrow with a half-hearted snicker. "Babe?" He unshifted, then sat down on the step below her. She put her arms around him in a hug, then sat back and began massaging his shoulders.

Kalenedral arrived at the bar at that moment, waving at the pair before slumping into a chair. Lark nodded politely without pausing what she was doing. Pitch didn't even register her presence; he just sat still, eyes closed.

After a few minutes of silence, Lark pulled Pitch back against her, just holding him, as she asked him gently, "So what happened?" Pitch answered in a monotone. "Went out to try and find Bricu's family. Every lead we found was a dud, though, so we backtracked to Westfall, and I started trying to track." "Find anything?" He frowned. "Yea.... two dead bodies." He let out a long, drawn-out sigh before continuing, "Killed by magic, someone said that it looked like ritual suicide... I don't know, all I know is they stank like death and char."

He paused for a few moments. "And.... then I found the baby." "Bricu's baby?" she asked. He shook his head. "No, or at least I hope not. It, what was left of it, was hidden in a fox den." Lark raised an eyebrow. "What was left...?" Pitch nodded dispiritedly. "Dead, torn apart. We, uh, buried it out there."

He shook his head, sounding frustrated now. "I was the only one that could say if it was them, though. And I couldn't tell, Malorne blast it. Too much decay, and magic." She squeezed him gently. "You did what you could." Pitch snorted. "Don't think it was enough." Lark tapped him on the head. "Stop that. It wasn't your fault they died. If you couldn't... smell them, then you couldn't." He just grunted, sounding unconvinced.

After a bit longer she nudged him. "Come on, let's get you to bed." Pitch mmphed, but stood up. Lark gave him a push to get him going and steered him toward the door, saying goodnight to Kal as they went by. Pitch woke up enough to also say his goodnights, and they left the Pig, heading for his tiny apartment in the Park.

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Edit: Links! Here is what happened last night. There is also further background info here, here, and here.