You Can Never Come Home

[p] - Lucia

POSTED: Fri Aug 10, 2018 5:08 pm

Eros had no idea what had possessed him to return, but he’d come back to his birthplace, somewhere he’d left behind him what seemed like a lifetime ago. As he walked through the now neutral lands of his old home, Eros’s memory presented him with long forgotten scenes. While seasons had come and gone, and the scents of his birth pack had faded, Eros could still remember it all. Had he been happy here? It was hard to answer that, but the fiery pelted Damaichu wondered if this had been such a terrible place to live.

Eros told himself that he was looking for a party, but nostalgia had dragged him here. He thought he might have fallen in love, but like so many things he’d experienced, it evaporated into another hazy wisp of smoke. He did have to admit to himself that he missed his siblings, and out of all of those, Harlequin most of all. The two of them had been partners in crime, and one of the few people that Eros had ever really opened up to with all his thoughts. As he surfaced from his reveries, Eros became aware that his feet had carried him into the woods, almost as though the lupus in him sought the comfort of the trees, and just as the fiery Damaichu thought he’d mastered his musings, a scent blew to him on the breeze. At first Eros thought he’d imagined it, it had been years, surely there was no one left here? When the scent was brought to him again though, he knew it must be real. The scent was so familiar and made even Eros’s jaded heart quicken. The scent was one of family, of love, of being held and shielded from a cold night. It was the scent of someone who had laid beside him when he’d not been able to sleep, or who had kept his secrets when he was afraid and didn’t want anyone to know about it. How could he not follow such a scent.

After tracking prey for so long, finding the scent of his past wasn’t hard. The old stone dwelling was clearly a leftover from human times, and one hidden snuggly amidst the forest of trees. For the first time in a long while, the fiery pelted Damiachu felt uncertain. It’d been many years since he’d seen Lucia. Had she heard about his exaggerated death? Of Altair’s rescue of him? Did she know what his profession was? Eros was no strange to the look of disappointment on the faces of folks, all except his bedfellows of course, but seeing on Lucia might be too hard. Screwing up his courage, and doing his best to affect a nonchalant air, Eros strode forwards to the entrance of the dwelling. He’d been ready to greet his old packmate, but the place was empty, at least it was empty of Lucia. She was clearly out. Curiosity getting the better of him, Eros walked in, making sure that knives at his belt didn’t hit against anything.

It seemed as though the forest had been allowed into this place, with flowers spilling from pots, carpeting the floor and ivy growing up one of the old walls. It was so typical of a member of New Dawn, how could they be satisfied with anything other than being surrounded by the world. The nest of first smelt most strongly of Lucia, and Eros touched them to see if they still held her warmth. As he did, his eyes were drawn to the log beside them. What had first appeared random trinkets soon attached their own meanings. They were gifts, from small pups to their guardian, friend and comfort. Munroe was there, Marius, Quin and…Eros gently picked up a small black rock.

”Look Lucia! I’ve never seen this, look how black it is and smooth.”

Eros held the stone so proudly, puffed up with pride.

”And look, when it gets wet it sparkles. I want you to have it, I found it for you.”

Lucia had been so pleased with the stupid thing, and not just in the way adults were sometimes excited, but she genuinely was happy. She had gathered him up ”My clever little flame touch man. Thank you.” and she’d kissed him. Looking at the rock now, it was black and a little dusty, but it was the same rock. Squatting beside a plant pot, Eros dipped the stone into the water, as it came out, droplets clung to it, and it sparkled as brightly as the day he’d found it.

”What a piece of crap.”

Eros muttered, feeling shame for some reason at how poultry a gift this was. His sharp ears picked something up and he turned to see Lucia in the doorway. Straightening up from his squat, Eros still the stone in his hand. He had no idea what to say, usually his conquests didn’t need a great deal of small talk, and when he’d finished their identities faded into a vague recollection, but this was a different situation.

”I can’t believe you kept this.”

He said offering up the stone, there was nothing else he could think to say.
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