07-12-2008, 01:19 AM
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Laruku needed to feel. Tonight, it seemed like not feeling was worse than the cold. His hand had become warm where it was touching Ahren's side. He didn't think anymore. His mind hurt, and all of a sudden, a thousand other things too. His throat, his eyes, his ears, his chest. He licked the blonde's cheek and shifted his weight against him to push him onto his back. Warmth. Feeling. Feeling. It always seemed to happen this way though; the moment his body warmed again, his mind froze solid, and he was gone.
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Yes, you do,the coyotewolf told him in similar whisper. The only escape Laruku had ever had had been in his mind. The worst substance he'd ever put in his body was tequila, but the pieces of his heart had been scattered all around the planet all the same. A scavenger hunt that he would never even seek to start because it had been too long and he didn't want to know what it felt like to have all the glass shards still in his chest anymore. And yet, and yet the growing hole that'd been left in its place could still feel. He could feel the coldness that the breeze carried, and he could feel the quiet, ever subtle aching that had manifested again in the very back of his skull. A blinded eye and a broken mutter. They were so goddamn similar.
Laruku needed to feel. Tonight, it seemed like not feeling was worse than the cold. His hand had become warm where it was touching Ahren's side. He didn't think anymore. His mind hurt, and all of a sudden, a thousand other things too. His throat, his eyes, his ears, his chest. He licked the blonde's cheek and shifted his weight against him to push him onto his back. Warmth. Feeling. Feeling. It always seemed to happen this way though; the moment his body warmed again, his mind froze solid, and he was gone.