[Bren had not been close enough physically to Essek before to really appreciate how significant the changes of him having his blood in him were. But he did know that the other man was warmer, and that was already an amazing thing, the warmth of that body in his arms, the flush he could see in his cheeks. He could feel life in his mate, and it thrilled him knowing that he was the source of it.
If Bren had the tail he had in his werewolf form, it would be wagging now as Essek leaned back into him. His gaze met those stunning, star-filled eyes, nearly losing himself in their depths entirely for a moment, sinking into that familiar gold -- so familiar, from so many forgotten dreams in his childhood, in the fragments of memories that surfaced as Essek drew his blood from his body and replaced it with ecstasy.
Even now he spoke of the memories as if they were his own. Small fragments of pieces of a man he once was. That same part of his soul was still locked away, held back by spells that Bren was unaware of. But for once there was a glimmer of hope; his love was here, close.]
I forgot to breathe for a moment, and then you took my breath away anyway.
[Bren nearly melted at those last words. New memories. Memories that were not only Caleb's, not only a ghost of who he was in another life but he was and would be now.]
Then... [His voice was soft, leaning closer, aching for those lips on his.] ...we could start now?
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Date: 2023-03-31 02:10 am (UTC)If Bren had the tail he had in his werewolf form, it would be wagging now as Essek leaned back into him. His gaze met those stunning, star-filled eyes, nearly losing himself in their depths entirely for a moment, sinking into that familiar gold -- so familiar, from so many forgotten dreams in his childhood, in the fragments of memories that surfaced as Essek drew his blood from his body and replaced it with ecstasy.
Even now he spoke of the memories as if they were his own. Small fragments of pieces of a man he once was. That same part of his soul was still locked away, held back by spells that Bren was unaware of. But for once there was a glimmer of hope; his love was here, close.]
I forgot to breathe for a moment, and then you took my breath away anyway.
[Bren nearly melted at those last words. New memories. Memories that were not only Caleb's, not only a ghost of who he was in another life but he was and would be now.]
Then... [His voice was soft, leaning closer, aching for those lips on his.] ...we could start now?