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L O S T B O Y.
it seemed like there was no answer coming from the other to his question but instead the other had been staring at him; was there something on his face or did the other not understand him at all; brows raised he keeps on staring at the other and before he gets to open his mouth the other was already talking; saying his name and that hit him like a punch in the face. “what.. how.. when— who are you and why do you know my name?” he takes a sudden step backwards; there wasn’t any signs of danger or aggression coming off the other but it was weird way too weird; his hands moving up to be holding his head now as he has sudden flashbacks to that day, to this place; maybe in the end it wasn’t a dream it was him living this life over and over again through his memories.
it’s like his head was spinning, the whole room spinning and then it stops as in his memories there’s a familiar warm face, those eyes and that smile, tiny nose and then it hit him; the boy in the frame was himself, it was koda in the picture. his hands moving down from his head he straightens up himself as he steps back in close to the other. “i know you..” he looks off to the side and his eyes go wide. “you are the boy in the backyard..” why is he having sudden flashbacks. “niko..” and then it hit him and there’s a sudden change in his actions. “what the actual fuck, is that you?” he steps even closer, brows raised and his hand coming to touch over the others face, even his hand now coming to rest against the others cheek, just like he always did when he was younger.
ANXIOUSNESS ENVELOPES NIKO’S CHEST at the alarmed tone the other takes as he questions him. but it’s clarification. it IS him. that small boy niko remembers from his childhood, the very same one he would wrestle with in the field out back, the kid who actually accepted him instead of making him feel like an exiled freak. this was also the kid who disappeared, claiming one day to niko that he would see him later and then the next he was just... gone. what had happened to him ? where did he go ? niko is older now, more knowledgeable and less naive, so he knows that koda hadn’t been taken to neverland by peter pan like he had thought when he was a child. unfortunately real life isn’t a fairy tale. niko watches as the emotions swiftly morphed from panicked to recognition, and when koda states his name the hybrid feels all of the air leaving his lungs. RELIEF. this wasn’t one sided, they both remember the other and niko is thankful for this. his head nods quickly, frantic to confirm that yes !! it’s him !! they’re reunited after all this time, and should he feel so excited ? so exhilarated ? “ yes, “ his tone is raised a little louder. palms pressing into his chest to somehow calm his racing heart that now racked against his rib cage. “ i can’t believe you’re here --- what the hell happened to you ? this is crazy i --- “ he’s interrupted mid rant when koda’s curves over his round cheek, large eyes never breaking away from the other’s. then a breathy laugh, lips stretching across his face to reveal a bright smile bringing both hands to koda’s shoulders now as he stared in complete awe. “ --- you haven’t changed a bit. “
i’m so glad earth only has one moon, if there were more i’d have to pick a favorite and that sounds too emotionally taxing to even fathom
L O S T B O Y.
just earlier he had hopped on his motorcycle and he didn’t look back, he was going down the road he had seen in his dreams; it seemed like he always ended up in the same place, the road seems way too familiar, the scent; the surroundings, everything about this place; he lets the vehicle take him somewhere, somewhere so familiar that it could almost be called like home; now the engine is purring quietly, soon dying off and there’s silence. taking off the helmet he places it over where he had just sat before, walking towards the little cabin there, almost like a house; it seems old, like no one has been here for years but there’s something about this place, something he can’t put a finger on.
scanning the house up and down, he tries the door; it’s locked but nothing keeps koda away, he searched for a key; as if there was one hidden somewhere and oh, he was right; how did he know that? the boy is confused, even more than he was earlier, getting the door open he walks in; the place is dusty and smells old, almost molded but other than that, it seemed to be just fine; there’s pictures here and there of a family, two parents and a young child; there’s something familiar about this young child in the middle but koda doesn’t pay too much attention to it as he places the frame down and continues to search the house around, opening a door to a room that seemed to belong to the young child in the picture; there’s sudden flashbacks coming, as if he had been here before, the toys, the bed; the smell and now he is standing in middle of the room, eyes searching the place and there’s a weird feeling in his guts, it’s like he isn’t alone and he for sure isn’t the hand over his shoulder, koda’s hand coming to grab his knife and as he turns around to face to face with the other, the knife pressed gently against the others throat; eyes locking with the other before him; he is breathing hard, brows knitted together and there’s fire in his eyes, but there’s that weird feeling again; his face softening as he lowers the knife and back in his pocket; the other before him seemed harmless, maybe this place belonged to him; but this boy before him doesn’t look even close to the young child in the picture.
it’s like none of them was gonna do anything or say anything, staying like that for who knows how long; the hand still over his shoulder and koda comes to shrug it off; breaking the silence. “what?”
WITH THE ODD SENSATION of the cold blade resting against his throat, niko froze in place. his fingers slightly digging into the other’s shoulder in anticipation as his widened eyes roamed over those familiar set of features, yet they screamed STRANGER to him. the only thing that convinced niko that this had to be HIM was that extremely vague scent he would never be able to forget for as long as he lives. it all came back to him within seconds, flashes of a small boy who looked at niko back then as a friend rather than an alien. the very same boy that disappeared from the hybrid’s life without a trace, without even a good bye. there’s a sinking in the pit of his stomach that fills his mind with doubt however, because this man before him held no ounce of recognizing him within his fiery gaze. “ --- koda ? “ his voice comes out strained, whispering out a name that hasn’t fallen from his lips in years. once his hand is brushed aside he lets it fall limply back to his side, and takes a large step back even if everything in him wants to get a closer look. “ is that really you ? “ it’s such a cliche question, but it’s the only thing he can think to say in a situation such as this. it’s been over an entire decade since the last time he had seen him. should he be feeling so conflicted ?
THIS DAY SEEMED AS if it were pulled straight from niko’s dreams, the sun rays beaming down and warming up his skin. white puffy clouds rolling across the baby blue sky, morphing into shapes that were decipherable to the human eye. a bunny rabbit here and a small puppy there. it’s exactly what the hybrid needed to rid his mind of the overly stressing worries of school and what he wanted for his future. his fairly small figure currently is sprawled out on the ground in the midst of a field, one that held many dear memories for niko, the tall grass shielding him from any peering eyes. he was hidden for the most part, just how he liked to be. invisible. a heavy sigh passes through pouty lips as he lets his eyes fall closed, hands beneath the back of his head trying to get himself to relax even more. FOOTSTEPS. chocolate optics snap open at the distant sound, his senses telling him they were yards away yet the direction it was coming from made his stomach knot slightly. slowly he lifts his upper body up from the ground, eyes squinting towards the house that sat just at the edge of the field. and through the window that no longer had a curtain hung up to obstruct his view, he can easily make out a silhouette sneaking around inside. an odd urge to protect that abandoned place overcame nikolai, wanting to make sure that the stranger doesn’t do anything harmful within those walls. so he stands and begins his slow trek through the swaying grass that reached just above his knees ( hard to believe that some years ago, it stood above his head ). careful steps take him around the structure to where the front door is, the intruder had left it wide open, as if beckoning the hybrid to come in. and he does. one foot in front of the other, trying to take his time as to not make the old floorboards creak, it doesn’t take long for niko to find them. it’s a male, if the broad shoulders and wide back tells niko anything. stupidly he makes his presence known, marching up behind the person and bringing his hand up to their shoulder only to yank them around to face him head on. and ---- no... it can’t be. after all these years, HERE of all places. maybe he is in another one of his vivid dreams, he suddenly wants to wake up because this is too real. he’s stunned into silence. lips parting yet nothing comes out. // @guttcr
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Does anyone else love bad weather? Like the kind that’s loud and dark and draws attention to its self like pounding rain drops and thunder and lightning that seems just so close. And you can sit near a window and it’s dark outside and maybe you’ve got a candle lit or a lamp and it’s so warm inside and you’re wearing you’re favourite sweater and watching a good show or reading a good book and it’s beautiful outside the rain and the clouds and the sound of it all and you’re just so content and cosy and happy
the school prince 👑
character: info open to: everyone !! connections: pre-established, roommate, newer friends, or they could be enemies ?? that would be cool too tbh plot summary: the full moon is nearing and during the week prior your muse notices very drastic changes in niko’s personality. he’s grumpy, short-tempered ( more than usual ) and overall really difficult to be around. so, you confront him. ( and niko still hasn’t come completely clean about WHAT he is. y i k e s ).
HONEYED SKIN BURNS BENEATH loose fitted clothes, scalding to the touch. if one ventured within five feet away from the hybrid they would be able to feel the infinite amount of HEAT radiating from his tensed body. hands are clenching into tight fists at his sides, knuckles paling alarmingly with the squeeze before he relaxes again. blunt nails leaving behind imprints of little crescent moons in the soft skin of his palm. nikolai is really trying not to lose it, but he doesn’t like feeling as if he’s being backed into a corner. he doesn’t know why the other is so insistent on speaking with him when all he really wants to do is LEAVE. yet he continues to stand there, swallowing loudly as his wavering gaze rises from the floor to meet theirs. they don’t look happy. “ you said you wanted to talk to me about something. so TALK. don’t just stand there staring at me like i’m some fucking ticking time bomb. “ whether the other realizes this or not, that’s just what niko is right in this moment. any wrong move, wrong choice of words will be just the thing to set him off. the wolf in him is clawing at the surface, ready to play. and the hybrid’s humanity can only hold it back for so long.