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[There had been a simpler time, several years before when Bren hadn't yet known Trent Ikithon, a time when he was thoroughly and blissfully unaware of the things that existed in the dark, when the ideas of werewolves and vampires and other creatures that ought to have been nothing more than fairy tale fodder. Instead, his paths had crossed with Trent and everything had changed. He'd been thrown into a small walled courtyard one night, under the light of a full moon, and he had not been alone. That was the first time he had met a werewolf. Bren remembered the bite, still had the scar of it on one forearm, remembered the confusion and the terror -- both of which were nothing compared to the full moon that followed the month after, the first time he'd transformed. He remembered the pain of his entire body breaking and reshaping itself, the fear of losing himself entirely. He'd blacked out that night, woken up naked and aching as if he'd been run over by a bus.

It had been the same very moon since, except that piece by piece, bit by bit, he held onto some small shred of himself during the transformation. Trent Ikithon had explained that all this was for Bren's own good, that he was safer here than anywhere else. that there were vampires who would tear him apart on sight, one in particular, a singular monster who Trent seemed to have a personal loathing for. Bren tried to probe why any vampire, never mind a particular one, would have any interest in him. No explanation was ever given except that 'the Shadowhand will never have you. Not in this life or the next. I will see to that.'

Bren had no idea what that meant. Before all this, the only strange thing in his life were recurring dreams -- and oh they were beautiful things. Arms that were secure and safe around him, tender and gentle but not warm. The soft lilt of a voice that assured him everything would be well, that wherever he went he would be found again. Trent had hated the dreams and had done his best to cast them out of Bren's conscious awareness. Now they were barely shadows, things he could remember the feeling of more than the details. It hurt even trying to recall them, so he didn't.

This past moon Bren had made his escape after he transformed, finally aware enough of himself that he had his chance. He was free. That was the only thought in his mind right now and it repeated in echoed mantra over and over again as he tried to keep himself from spiraling into a breakdown. It had been years since he'd been out, actually out in the world, not kept with Trent Ikithon's control, trapped within the grounds of that monster's manor. He was, after all, Trent's pet project, for whatever reasons the old bastard had. It didn't matter. Back in that direction lay only pain and isolation. He wouldn't go back.

Of course, he didn't really have a plan to go forward either, really. Even before he'd been captured and turned, he hadn't had any family left, few friends, and he'd been out of the world for years now. He managed to ~~steal~~ find some clothes, ill-fitting, a coat that was too big on his underfed frame, a scarf wrapped about his neck. He was a mess, long copper hair in tangles past his shoulders, his beard untrimmed, a frantic fear in wide blue eyes as he tried to find somewhere to hide, somewhere to get his bearings. He couldn't let Trent find him again. This was freedom, and he would not give it up.

A soft meow caught his attention, and he looked up in surprise as a small orange tabby approached him. For the first time in a long while, Bren smiled.] Hello there... [The little creature sniffed his outstretched hand and headbutted his fingers. It was the first kind touch that he'd known in so long, he almost teared up over it.] Well, at least I am not alone anymore. That's comforting.

[Now if he could just figure out what the hell he was going to do, where he was going to go.]

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It might be boring for you, however I will make it worth your while to escort me..

[ There was the subtle form of a promise in those eyes, star-like with those flecks of gold that seemed to sparkle within indigo. Preternatural eyes that some people found unsettling for their intense coolness. However for this man underneath him, all he held was warmth.

His words stated that there would be payment for services rendered, but the tone was that the payment may be carnal in nature. Be it sex in the backseat of the car on the way home, or perhaps something a bit more spicy if they absolutely could not wait. ]

Tomorrow night, I will also show you to Caleb's personal study. It is yours to use after all-- he would've wanted you to gain some use of it; that is where he kept his grimoires, all of his personal favorite books, correspondences and such. [ Upward, Essek leaned to brush his lips right against Bren's forehead. ] I rarely have gone in there, but I will more.. if you keep the fire burning.

[Oh? Would he be bribed and rewarded for something so simple as going with Essek? That was the only place that Bren found himself wanting to be, regardless. But he would hardly turn down that sort of carnal reward. He was no fool, after all, and any excuse to find his way into these arms.

And sneaking off to a coatroom would certainly spice up an otherwise boring event.]

I'd like that, to see this space.

[To see a place that used to belong to the other him, to who he used to be, and who he more and more could feel in a soft and persistent hum at the back of his mind. It was an oddly comforting feeling, like the missing pieces he'd never understood why they were missing.]

I will make sure the heart stays warm there, ja.

[He brushed his fingertips along Essek's cheek.]

[ His beautiful heart, his wonderful beautiful heart that warmed him-- that gave him the beat to his own otherwise dead one. He nuzzled because his soul called for him to do so, he pressed kisses upon kisses upon Bren's lips, the shape of them were familiar and known to him, far beyond the days that they had known each other. He was merely re-aquainting himself with the feel of them, the way that they pressed to his with quiet and patient insistance.

There was much to be done in the next week, things to get ready and clothes to be made.

It was easy to languish in bed until the last possible moment, and he did not want to leave until it was time. Bren's room however was insufficient to house him, there was light that would invariably come in, even with the curtains drawn and the fire banked, the light would part through cracks and fissures.

But they had time and the days that they were parted were not so bad if the both of them were sleeping, even though there was that strange call to the soul. Gods, Essek would've given the world to know that his lover could withstand anything that may have happened with Essek in repose. in such a way, Bren's werewolf-nature may have given him pause in that a werewolf was much hardier than a human.

But at this point, Essek was erring on the side of caution so each even 10 minutes before dawn would be when Essek slipped off to his chambers, parting with kisses and reassurances that sunset would come soon, and when the purples and oranges collided into one, they two could reunite. ]

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