#v.claire01

[containatrocity]

It's not like being back in Huntsville was ever something he had planned on coming to pass- he'd profaned the ground of his old haunting grounds time and again, and it had been twisted curiosity that sent him on the detour to see what had come of the little nothing town that built him. And now he was stuck here. From the barred walls of one prison into another. It was enough to drive a man to drink- and that had been his intention today, a flask in his hand and blue eyes trained on the house his brother had often bragged about. A terse conversation with Mallard had informed him his parents were dead- his brother too, not long after. It was hard for Ziggy to muster anything other than apathy about it.

The warden had neglected to mention, between insistences he go fuck himself or take a short walk into the woods near dusk before Duck would ever give him a job, that his brother's home hadn't died with him. So it's surprise written on tired features, when from his place on the sidewalk- he watches his brother's wife climb the front steps. "....Claire?" He questions. "Jesus. I didn't know you'd..." Managed to tolerate his brother long enough to be widowed, really. "Uh. Sorry- I didn't know you were still livin' here."

@ambercast