06-28-2009, 08:45 AM
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 Coward. That was the word his mind screamed again and again, lost in the myriad of insults his thoughts spun around him. Guilt weighed him down, the long since buried boy desiring a life he no longer had and could never again obtain. Chael Kyan had tried to forget his past, leaving it behind and attempted to assimilate with a pack far from Bleeding Souls. But over time his history caught up with him, again drowning in the drugs he so desired to quell the memories that haunted him. And again his feet lead him to the area he'd tried to leave behind, finding it burned to ash like he wished he could do to himself. But he didn't even have the backbone to do the world a favor and take his own life. Opening his eyes, the liquor had clouded his senses, allowing the other male to sneak up on him, stepping within a few inches of him without the wolf's notice. Maybe he didn't even care. Maybe he hoped someone would come and kill him, as he couldn't do it himself. A wet nose touched his cheek and a tongue washed his chin. A familiar, yet faded memory spoke out, and vivid green eye opened, the other nothing more than a dark hollow and scar tissue where an equally green eye once sat. "Calypso?" he uttered in confusion, not allowing himself to believe his long-lost lover had returned. "You're alive," was all Chael managed to say, at a loss for words from this reunion. This wasn't to say he hadn't dreamed of the boy since they'd last parted ways, some more explicit than others, but he hadn't expected it to actually happen. Rising, he collapsed against the creature, in a manner attempting to embrace him in a form not meant for holding and inhaling the scent still familiar, yet so long since he'd last breathed it in. |