emoryhartâ:
He could see it, heâd thought about it back in New York, after Micah had left. Itâd been apparent from the break up that the shifter didnât intend to slow down by any means, that he was willing to leave him behind. Heâd been so angry at the time, but heâd been worried, too. Heâd seen what hunting could do to people who couldnât shift, Micah was far more competent at what he did than anyone in the damn woods. And yet he knew him, knew that he was likely to keep going until he dropped, heâd witnessed that this year. He was lucky to have the man beside him period and just the thought alone has him tracing patterns idly on his back as if to ground him. Emory remembered sitting in his apartment and thinking that there was a chance Micahâs lifestyle would kill him. It was something he was passionate about, hunting, something he took seriously, something he was good at. The idea of him just throwing it all away didnât quite sit right with him, he knew it was a part of Micah. If he really wanted to give it all up, heâd support him, hell if he wanted to throw himself deeper into it, he might hesitate at first, but he knew he could trust the man he loved. He thinks theyâve both wizened up quite a bit since that day Micah had left New York.
âIsnât Brokeback Mountain set in Nebraska or something?â He asks, corners of his lips quirking up into a smirk. Itâs bizarre that theyâve come that far, from that fight in that apartment to this, to being huddled under flannel with Stevie playing in the background. âIâm happy anywhere Iâm with you.â The playfulness falls away to earnesty and he tips his head to press his lips to the side of the shifterâs face. He lingers there, noses his way along Micahâs jaw. âI mean it.â
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âDunno,â Micah admitted sheepishly, âI never watched it. Isnât that movie like six hours long?â Heâd tried to watch it once and fell asleep shortly after Jake Gyllenhaal got railed without lube in the middle of the woods by Heith Ledger. The idea was nice though - the two of them away from it all, some scenic backdrop behind them that they could grow old to. Micah could find work just about anywhere, and he was sure Emory would be able to do the same. Maybe they wouldnât be super rich or have a lot of expensive things but the shifter had never cared about that, heâd never really had the luxury to before.Â
âWhatâs stopping us?â Micah asked, he was sick of losing people, and sick of standing at the epicenter of absolute danger. They could leave this place and never look back, but it behind them and go somewhere where for once in their lives they could just be... Free. âWeâve got our whole lives ahead of us, this city... These people. I donât want to throw my life down for hatred or grudges, all these years Iâve told myself that this was for my dad, this is what he would have wanted. But my dad didnât raise me to be a hunter, I think if he knew I had the choice then I should choose life, I should be happy.â He canted his head a bit and took his eyes from the warm embers of the fire so that he could see Emory as he spoke, flames etched long shadows against dark features as he did. âI just need you and whatever years we can get together.âÂ












