06-22-2009, 10:11 AM
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It was the dead of night, and here he was lurking around the cemetery just beyond the house he used to share with Alexey and his sister. Lacking his usual piercings (he had yet to replace the ones he'd lost during his weeks of incarceration), Dreyrugr felt very much like some creepy stalker sneaking around for a glimpse of something he shouldn't see. It wasn't his intention, of course, but he didn't want Alexey knowing that he was watching over her from a distance. His heart still belonged to her, no matter how their relationship had since soured, and he couldn't be certain he hadn't brought trouble back with him upon his return. There'd been no sign as of yet, and he'd made no attempt to hide his whereabouts from the pack when Lexey had found him at the border. She'd accepted him back regardless of his circumstances, as he had hoped would be the case, but he was constantly looking over his shoulder for the Dawnrunner pair of eyes he felt were always watching him. He knew, of course, that it was more than likely all in his head, but he couldn't be too careful.
And so he'd taken to keeping an eye on his beloved and her charges without her knowing. The male had failed to protect his sister when Azrael had attacked them and it burned into his soul like a brand. He refused to let down anyone he cared about again, no matter what the cost. But things were exceedingly quiet tonight, and so he'd taken a comfortable position on the ground, sitting cross-legged with his back leaning against a large tombstone. His deep reddish brown fur blended beautifully with the shadows of the night, and his icy emerald eyes betrayed a hint of softness as he stared at the house nearby. He could very clearly see the second-story window that led to the bedroom he and Lexey had shared, and his thoughts went back to that sunlit morning when he'd finally gotten up the courage to propose to her. The window faced east, and the morning light had bathed the Koios female in a soft honey glow that played with her earthy tones wonderfully. Her golden eyes that morning had been even warmer than the sun, and he remembered how she'd lit up when he'd given her the amber bracelet Kol had specifically crafted for the occasion. It had been magical, and now it was gone.
Then again, Alexey was still wearing that very bracelet. It had bolstered his hopes at a second chance, but now he wasn't so sure. The big male sighed deeply as he closed off his emotions. His eyes lost any hint of warmth as they flitted around the house's surroundings. Perhaps Lexey's distance was truly best for now anyway, as the Stormbringer's enemies delighted in making their foes suffer by hurting anyone they'd come to care for. Azrael and his minions hadn't known about Alexey or Elliott when they'd taken the Stormbringer siblings, and if any of those cultist zealots had survived, he'd prefer them to never know. Drey had been through many hardships and countless battles in his life, but he'd never known anything as difficult as keeping his distance from the Acer when all he longed for was to take her in his arms and never let go. Yet deep in his hardened heart, he knew he deserved exactly what he was getting. For the first time in his life, the icy male felt regret.
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It was the dead of night, and here he was lurking around the cemetery just beyond the house he used to share with Alexey and his sister. Lacking his usual piercings (he had yet to replace the ones he'd lost during his weeks of incarceration), Dreyrugr felt very much like some creepy stalker sneaking around for a glimpse of something he shouldn't see. It wasn't his intention, of course, but he didn't want Alexey knowing that he was watching over her from a distance. His heart still belonged to her, no matter how their relationship had since soured, and he couldn't be certain he hadn't brought trouble back with him upon his return. There'd been no sign as of yet, and he'd made no attempt to hide his whereabouts from the pack when Lexey had found him at the border. She'd accepted him back regardless of his circumstances, as he had hoped would be the case, but he was constantly looking over his shoulder for the Dawnrunner pair of eyes he felt were always watching him. He knew, of course, that it was more than likely all in his head, but he couldn't be too careful.
And so he'd taken to keeping an eye on his beloved and her charges without her knowing. The male had failed to protect his sister when Azrael had attacked them and it burned into his soul like a brand. He refused to let down anyone he cared about again, no matter what the cost. But things were exceedingly quiet tonight, and so he'd taken a comfortable position on the ground, sitting cross-legged with his back leaning against a large tombstone. His deep reddish brown fur blended beautifully with the shadows of the night, and his icy emerald eyes betrayed a hint of softness as he stared at the house nearby. He could very clearly see the second-story window that led to the bedroom he and Lexey had shared, and his thoughts went back to that sunlit morning when he'd finally gotten up the courage to propose to her. The window faced east, and the morning light had bathed the Koios female in a soft honey glow that played with her earthy tones wonderfully. Her golden eyes that morning had been even warmer than the sun, and he remembered how she'd lit up when he'd given her the amber bracelet Kol had specifically crafted for the occasion. It had been magical, and now it was gone.
Then again, Alexey was still wearing that very bracelet. It had bolstered his hopes at a second chance, but now he wasn't so sure. The big male sighed deeply as he closed off his emotions. His eyes lost any hint of warmth as they flitted around the house's surroundings. Perhaps Lexey's distance was truly best for now anyway, as the Stormbringer's enemies delighted in making their foes suffer by hurting anyone they'd come to care for. Azrael and his minions hadn't known about Alexey or Elliott when they'd taken the Stormbringer siblings, and if any of those cultist zealots had survived, he'd prefer them to never know. Drey had been through many hardships and countless battles in his life, but he'd never known anything as difficult as keeping his distance from the Acer when all he longed for was to take her in his arms and never let go. Yet deep in his hardened heart, he knew he deserved exactly what he was getting. For the first time in his life, the icy male felt regret.
Table by Requiem