[M] Tares above my kingdom come

[Alaki]

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WC: 467 - Eee, excited xD And go Alaki and his spare of the moment sarcasm!

As night came, the air cooled, small, barely viable puffs coming from his mouth as he allowed his breathing to even out and his body relax, gradually moulding itself against the tree behind him. Heavy lids closed and opened, continuously gazing out into the darkness that surrounded him, everything the same, unchanged from when it was light; just a lot of trees and pines. Nothing held his interest and so he stared at the ground, his mind empty of thought. Thinking hurt, it brought the pain he was denial off right to the surface, thinking reminded him of the betrayal of trust, broken vows and whispered promises, of loosing one he loved to one he wanted dead. And inevitably, the rage filled him, the lust for blood, the need to inflict equal pain onto those who had hurt him so.

Rolling his head on his shoulders, he titled his face up to peer through the tree branches above him; his over grown fringe falling free from his face, the back of his head resting against the tree for support. The cool air began to bite at his skin, piercing through his fur and jeans, the urge to shiver and wrap his arms around himself was strong but he simply remained still, limply sat upon the ground staring up into the sky.

Yet his solitude was short lived. An intruder to his self-pity session approached, the male's scent carried along with the wind and the sound of muffled steps reached his ears, but the knowledge he was no longer alone did not stir him nor alarm him; he simply couldn't bring himself to care. A small part of his mind hoped the other would see his weapons and choose smartly to leave him alone, whilst an almost overlooked part of him longed for someone to confine in, someone who would not judge him, who held no expectations of him and did not stare at him with damned pity filled eyes. A small chip in the armour he'd spent his life building, a weaker part of him he had hid from even Matteo, but it was there and his façade was slowly falling apart.

A voice reached him, the male turning his head finally to view the newcomer, his expression it's usual controlled emptiness, but his eyes no doubt giving him away. Momentarily confused by the males words, he simply stared at the strange, mouth opening slightly in silent shock. Everyone had asked if he was going to behave himself, what happened, how he got the wounds that scattered his arms and sides, but no one had truly bothered to ask whether he was okay.

So he blinked repeatedly like a fool, then sighed. Grinning slightly at the unknown male. “That would highly depend upon your definition of 'okay'”