Somehow he managed to calm his fevered temper. It was Lara honestly. She was his lighthouse. When the seas got choppy and he wasn't sure how he was going to find the shore it was her light that brought him back in. It was her voice, her steady calmness and her truth that anchored him into the seeds of reality.
Shawn was not the type of guy who allowed grudges to go unpaid, not before anyways. His fists relaxed and the black rising venon slowly faded. The silver tint to his hair remained silver and shiny. It didn't bath in pure black and get consumed by fevered hatred. Shawn smirked as he allowed Matthew to go on unmolested. He was surprised at himself... He could have torn this place apart. Left the clubhouse swimming in shades of writhing black.
He could have sunk the foundation of the street into the rotting hell of the dark lands but instead of tearing the fabric of the world into hellish figments of his tattered psyche he took a breathe. Smiled. Threw his arm around his girl and kissed her cheek. Turning his head to her he looked at her. Damn she was beautiful.
"Let's head inside for a bit." He told her. Not that he wasn't enjoying the party because, well... He wasn't. He wasn't a party guy. He just wanted some private moments alone with Lara away from the calling rage potential violence. He knew he still had a chance to loose his shit. He'd rather bask in her quality time.
There were no vipers in his head when he was alone with her. She quieted them out. She drowned out the darkness that plauged his mind like a festering filth. She was everything he needed and honestly he hadn't started living until he got to know her. The darkness was never this out of control, but then again he never stepped into thos retched dark lands until he was upset enough to rip a hole in the fabric of conscious universe and step into the depths. Leading Lara away he took one last look at Matt who was talking to Go-Go. Little shit. He thought and then put him out of his mind almost immediately.
