[p] zavallı aptal

Levent Kartal · 09-07-2012, 10:45 PM

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For Edgar! Hopefully my posts will get better. x3

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He found himself returning to the forest every few days. He would wander from the rocky eastern shoreline and into the thick woodland, and it was only the flower-and-clay smell of the pack that stopped him short of coming too close to the borders where he might be discovered. Nevertheless, he would stop and linger, staring silently and half-hoping that he’d cross paths with one of his former comrades—or with her.

The memories choked him, and Levent sank down onto the forest floor. He grabbed a fistful of loamy soil and tilted his hand, letting all the dirt drop down, but even that gesture reminded him too much of the graves, and he wiped his hand on his creamy chest before half-curling into a ball. He was vulnerable, sitting there, fighting off sobs, but for the pair of yellow eyes shining from the tree above him. The cat perched there, parting his jaws to drink in the air and make sure nothing would wander across the wolf; if he did smell something, he’d leap down and distract whoever was coming, usually by leading them on a chase, until it was safe to come back.

Wilson grew impatient and angry, but he stifled his emotions and only sat beside his companion once he’d returned from distracting a wayward fox. He brushed his head under the man’s hand and purred encouragingly as Lev came to, stroking his white fur and smiling brokenly. “Ben gerçekten bir aptalım,” he whispered, but the tomcat only shook his head and pressed against him.

Maybe he was a fool—but the man missed the d’Artisans, all of them, with a ferocity he couldn’t just set aside. He hadn’t proven himself to Skye yet, hadn’t let Vasiliy take him out on a boat and cure him of his phobia, hadn’t kept his promise to be there for Eclipse.

Hotaru, of course, he missed most of all.

The Turk finally tore himself away and wandered away from the pack boundaries. He found a great tree in the midst of the span of forest, sitting down against his trunk and throwing his satchel high into the branches as usual, before dipping his headband down to cover his eyes. He leaned his head back and tried to fall asleep, as the cat curled up in his lap and kept watch, a ferocious affection in his eyes as if he could slay the bad dreams that would inevitably come to his dozing companion.

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