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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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[ The lethargy was starting to spread through him and so he was grateful that Bren was taking the initiative to make sure that everything was secure and firmly locked. Even though his wing was kept fairly dark, there was still ways for the sunlight to get through if one was not careful. From where he laid on the bed, he directed Bren with what he needed to do in order to secure the area.

However it was only a matter of time before Bren returned and Essek had finished the prestidigitation, and so when Bren came to loom, he looked up into that face gratefully and then he pulled the other man down to settle close to him. ]

Promise me that if I attempt to feed on you in my sleep, you will restrain me?

[ And that was what Essek was worried about, he was worried that he would in his sleep dream of blood and then latch onto the nearest warm thing to satiate his hunger when he did not know himself, when he was not aware-- and then he would hurt Caleb, and now in this case.. it was Bren, though Bren was perhaps better proof against nature than his human lover had been . ]

I need this promise, Bren.. if anything happened to you, I would...

[Bren would not allow any daylight to find its way into this sanctuary, nor anyone else. It would be them and the darkness and the safety woven of their proximity. He followed Essek's instructions with careful but quick efficiency, making certain that nothing was missed, that no chances were taken.

And as he settled in close beside his lover, he looked over in surprise at the promise that the vampire requested. He probably should not have been surprised; Essek would worry about his safety. For a moment he opened his mouth to protest that he knew Essek would not hurt him, that he was certain of it. But that was not what his mate needed to hear.

So instead he leaned over to press a kiss to Essek's forehead.]

I promise. I will make certain that you do nothing in your slumber that you would regret upon waking.

[He shifted to rest his forehead against Essek's instead.] You will not hurt me. The sun will set and you will wake in my arms and we will meet the night together again.

[ It was rare for Essek to show vulnerability to anyone; he was an ice palace-- had always been except when it came to this soul and then he was not unafraid to show it, show that he trusted Bren with this part of himself, as fragile and as crystal as fine glass imported from Emon. A smile of relief crossed over his lips even as he slowly snaked his fingers around the shoulders.. he felt so heavy, like he was being weighed back down.

Once upon a time, he tranced. Soft hums and vibrations as he fell into that which elves did. However, that had been robbed of him and now he sank like a heavy stone into a pool of darkness, where no light could reach, where he was not allowed back up until just before the sun sank down into the horizon. A kiss but this time it was sweetly clumsy, finding a jaw more than anything else. ]

I trust you to do that for me. [ And then he tugged Bren so that he could lay on top of him, a weighted blanket of his own.. warm and smelling of pheremones that he recognized on an instinctual and core level. ] I.. love you...

[ His eyes then fell shut, his head fell back and then he so very still, whatever breath that he'd been given ceased to be though-- because of Bren's blood, his own skin stayed far warmer than it would've throughout the night, likely kept warm at least surfacely by his mate. ]

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