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Alex looked straight at the comparatively young ghost as he calmed down more. This one wanted to know what he had gone through. How naive. How innocent.

“My name is Alex. Alex Delalune.” He started, not seeing too much harm in revealing details about himself. He could take the ghosts on if they tried anything. “I have been lied to, used by, and killed by something. Something that none of us can go up against. But I must get my revenge.”

He revealed a bit of his memories which showed the expressionless face of a young woman with murky violet eyes. “This is the murderer of my family and myself, as well as the one who is currently deceiving my brothers.”

Once Elmer was sure that the spirit had calmed down, and the residents were gone, he managed to relax – not entirely, but enough to settle his uneasiness about the situation. It didn’t seem that another destructive episode was going to happen. “Sit down with me, Alex.” The ghost offered, nodding towards one of the many benches that were dotted around the cemetery, “And then we can have a proper talk.” A calm smile was given as Elmer guided them towards the bench, seating himself on the left-hand side; this particular bench had a good view of an angel statue, surrounded by a collection of graves. It was one of the many statues that his father erected, and Elmer remembered how they used to be so clean and new until the weather over the years marred their stone features.

As the grave keeper suspected, this individual had been murdered. Except this one seemed different, and Elmer frowned as he listened to Alex’s story; he hadn’t come across a murder committed by a different entity before. The majority were carried out by humans. As Elmer was shown a snippet of the spirit’s memories, horror crossed over his features at the sight of the woman and he cut away from the image quickly; he had seen various things throughout the decades, but the feeling that radiated from her image was pure malice. “This entity is still carrying on?” He spoke, shocked. “But how do you plan on stopping it? There’s only so much a spirit can do in this world.”

It was difficult to calm down his ungodly fury at the entity that had used him and deceived him for so long. However, seeing the ghosts of children who looked at him with frightened faces from some gravestones further away made him soften. They reminded him of the son he had lost long ago...

"I have to find a way." He replied softly to the question. "That's why I'm not moving on. That's why I can't rest. I've already been dead for almost a millenium. I can stay like this for as long as I want to."

"Besides," He added, smiling a bit to himself. "I can do something that no other spirit can do. At least, no one I met can do it."

#xdearlydeparted

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A spirit this old and vengeful really didn’t care for anyone or anything. It was bad enough that he had been lied to for so long especially when the murderer of his wife and son had been beside him the whole time but to have been manipulated to this extent…

But at the sound of the ghost’s voice, he paused. Calming down, he started making new plants grow where he had caused his destruction.

“It would take too long to explain.” He replied quietly. However, he didn’t let down his guard as he felt other ghosts glaring at him.

Elmer refused to believe that simply talking had calmed the frustrated spirit down, yet he watched as the beds he worked hard on started sprouting even greener plants; the relief was immense. “Thank you.” The ghost breathed out, an expression of amazement on his face as the last of the vines were grown, and a multitude of flowers replaced the destroyed ones. He had been dreading the worst as soon as he spoke. Questions about the other’s powers wanted to be asked, but the grave keeper decided to keep quiet; he didn’t want to annoy them further.

“Oh – no, that’s okay.” Elmer responded, a kindly smile offered to the spirit. “I’m here to listen. I have all the time in the world, so feel free to rant about anything that has you angry.” He wished that it was just an expression, but he did, unfortunately, have all the time in the world; he had for the past one-hundred-and-eighteen years. Elmer noticed how uncomfortable the other seemed to be, and he realised that the residents were still upset at him destroying part of their home. So, with a loud voice, the grave keeper spoke, “Leave him alone, everyone. We all have our bad days.” Elmer heard the grumbles and the complaints, but they eventually stopped when he turned to look over his shoulder and offer them a cautionary glance.

“Sorry about them, but you must understand that this is their home. And you did destroy most of it.” The grave keeper reminded, indicating towards the rest of the broken things; they were easily replaceable, however. “Can you at least give me your name? I’m Elmer.”

#xdearlydeparted #unforgivable au

Alex looked straight at the comparatively young ghost as he calmed down more. This one wanted to know what he had gone through. How naive. How innocent.

"My name is Alex. Alex Delalune." He started, not seeing too much harm in revealing details about himself. He could take the ghosts on if they tried anything. "I have been lied to, used by, and killed by something. Something that none of us can go up against. But I must get my revenge."

He revealed a bit of his memories which showed the expressionless face of a young woman with murky violet eyes. "This is the murderer of my family and myself, as well as the one who is currently deceiving my brothers."

Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

At the first remark, Alex couldn’t help but scoff. Of course he wasn’t comfortable with this. He wondered if he could ever be. Through work, he thought he could control it, meet a nice woman, maybe, and just live a normal life, not staying in a secret gay bar with a punk he regularly arrested.

But at the efforts of the punk trying to reassure him that he was safe here, he couldn’t help but allow a small smile. He had come to gay bars before and mostly just stayed out of sight even though he had wanted to act on his feeljngs.

“As long as you’re breaking the law and causing trouble, you know that I’ll be there to catch you, Rey.” He had always referred to the teen as Mr. Bowen at the police station. It felt somewhat better to refer to him by his first name.

“And if you even try to mention this to anyone, know that I won’t hesitate to tell as well. Also…” He looked away, “Sorry about…well, kissing you. I couldn’t think of any other way to silence you.”

“Don’t worry, that won’t ever stop.” Rey spoke through a laugh; breaking the law came second nature, and causing trouble was always in his blood. Even as a kid, he was a nightmare. “You’re gonna have to put up with me for a while–uh–aw, man, that’s not fair. You can’t use my name when I don’t know yours!” All Rey knew was the police officer’s surname and his badge number; he’d been arrested enough times to know it off by heart. Plus, out of all the other police officers, he only liked to pick on this one the most. He got flustered a lot easier when Rey was being extra difficult, and it was cute to watch.

Poking at his lip ring with his tongue, the punk frowned, “No – I wouldn’t call out somebody with a secret like that. I didn’t watch my best friend get-” Rey almost said too much, but he released a quiet huff instead; he didn’t want to think about seeing his best friend getting killed for liking dudes. Instead, the punk breezed on by with a grin, “I’m fine with it. Gotta try these things, right? But you need more drink down me if you’re plannin’ on tryin’ your luck, man.” Rey joked, laughing as he stood up from the booth, “Another beer?”

#dilemma au #itsreynardine

At the teen's attitude, normally the cop would have been annoyed but this time, he was more amused. With a small smile, he replied. "Here, you can call me, Alex. Then I can call you, Rey, right?"

But at the mention of Rey's friend, he frowned slightly. Something terrible must have happened to him if it bothered Rey that much.

He decided not to probe any further and instead nodded at Rey's suggestion of getting more drinks. He flagged down the bartender. "Two beers." He ordered as he paid for both of them.

His body pressed closer to his boyfriend’s and felt himself get a bit too excited from this. Either way, he reciprocated Rey’s kiss and let out a soft moan of pleasure at the tug.

“I love you so much.” He responded as he nuzzled his nose. “And I want to pleasure you, Reynardine.” With another deep kiss, Alex rocked his hips against his boyfriend.

Slowly running his fingers through Alex’s hair, the werewolf could feel his body warming up quickly as he heard the moan; if biting on his lip elicited that, Reynardine wanted to find out what else he could do to hear more. A playful grin was given as he studied the blissful expression on his boyfriend’s face; he could already feel how much he was into this through the thin material of their pyjamas, pressed so close together.

Peppering light kisses across Alex’s cheek, the werewolf ran both hands down the other’s sides and rested them at the small of his back, “Rwy'n dy garu di.” Reynardine repeated, words heavy as was his breathing; he hadn’t realised his reversion to Welsh, too focused on the feeling of his boyfriend and the addicting scent he was emitting. It made the experience ten times better. “Hm…yes.” Reynardine curled his fingers around the bottom of Alex’s shirt as he released a loud moan into the kiss at the rocking action, “Take--Can you take this off?” Breaking off the kiss, the werewolf pushed his hands underneath Alex’s shirt, tracing his fingers up his spine briefly as he stared up at the male with a flushed expression, “I want to feel you..”

Alex blinked slowly at the Welsh being spoken by his boyfriend. "What does that mean...?" He asked faintly.

And at the request, he gave a rare smile as he swiftly took off his shirt. Having a man touch him this way was very different than with his late wife and it was almost liberating to be this intimate with someone again. Though he never consciously acknowledged it, he had been longing for physical intimacy for an eternity.

Seeing Rey's face pushed him over the edge. He immediately started kissing Rey's neck again as his hands started going underneath Rey's shirt.

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𝕯estruction. Parts of the cemetery had been disturbed; flowers ripped from their beds, one or two broken ornaments, and the lamps Elmer placed down for the ghost children who were still nervous about the dark had been smashed. The grave keeper would have been quick to blame the local teenagers, if it wasn’t for the presence of a very vengeful spirit. Elmer had his fair share of encounters with angry individuals, especially those who were murdered, but none that were physically violent; most of them just ended up shouting in his face, throwing around unimaginable words until they managed to calm down.

“You stop that!” Elmer exclaimed as he witnessed the spirit pull up more flowers, throwing soil everywhere. The grave keeper tried to remain calm, but he had spent a good while planting those. “Give it a rest! Listen – calm down. You’re frightening the residents. Speak to me. Tell me what happened.” Elmer hoped that, by continuing to talk, he could at least get the gentleman to look at him. “Please! If you don’t tell me what happened, I can do nothing to help you.”

#xdearlydeparted #unforgivable au

A spirit this old and vengeful really didn't care for anyone or anything. It was bad enough that he had been lied to for so long especially when the murderer of his wife and son had been beside him the whole time but to have been manipulated to this extent...

But at the sound of the ghost's voice, he paused. Calming down, he started making new plants grow where he had caused his destruction.

"It would take too long to explain." He replied quietly. However, he didn't let down his guard as he felt other ghosts glaring at him.

Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

With a small roll of his eyes, he looked back at the laughing punk with slight disdain. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. It wasn’t something that he was proud of. He wished he wasn’t attracted to men as much as he was.

“Shame on me for telling you.” He muttered to himself as he pointedly looked at the other. The laughter irritated him more and more and he was getting more frustrated at the fact that he couldn’t find a way to shut this punk up.

Unless…

Without warning, he grabbed Rey by the back of his head and planted a firm kiss on his lips, then let go after he made sure the other man was quiet.

It certainly did the job of shutting the punk up. Rey had to quickly steady himself by firmly planting his hand against the table, succeeding in hitting the officer’s glass and sending it shooting off the edge. It was too loud in here to hear it smash, but Rey was pretty certain it did. Once the kiss was broken off, the teenager sat back stunned for a few moments, trying to figure out some witty comment – but he couldn’t come up with anything. Miracles upon miracles, the young punk was left speechless. “You… argh, fuck you.”

Huffing out, it took Rey a while to realise that maybe he was being irrational. And unfair. He knew what it was like to keep his own sexuality under wraps, and here he was, laughing in the poor guy’s face. With a more sincere tone, an almost apologetic expression on his face, the punk looked at the officer, “You’re not comfortable, are you?” With nothing to distract his hands on the table, Rey opted for playing with a badge on his leather jacket, “You’re still comin’ to terms with it all, right? That’s…that’s okay. Look, man. Even though you arrest me like, almost everyday, our…people like us, I mean, stick together. There’s no judgement down here, so just enjoy yourself.” A small grin appeared on Rey’s face, “But once we leave here, it’ll go back to before. Me bein’ a little shit, and you havin’ to put up with me. Deal?”

#dilemma au #itsreynardine

At the first remark, Alex couldn't help but scoff. Of course he wasn't comfortable with this. He wondered if he could ever be. Through work, he thought he could control it, meet a nice woman, maybe, and just live a normal life, not staying in a secret gay bar with a punk he regularly arrested.

But at the efforts of the punk trying to reassure him that he was safe here, he couldn't help but allow a small smile. He had come to gay bars before and mostly just stayed out of sight even though he had wanted to act on his feeljngs.

"As long as you're breaking the law and causing trouble, you know that I'll be there to catch you, Rey." He had always referred to the teen as Mr. Bowen at the police station. It felt somewhat better to refer to him by his first name.

"And if you even try to mention this to anyone, know that I won't hesitate to tell as well. Also..." He looked away, "Sorry about...well, kissing you. I couldn't think of any other way to silence you."

Alex looked straight into the eyes of his boyfriend, his expression unwavering. “I mean what I said, Reynardine. How you understand it is up to you.”

He sighed lightly as he stroked Rey’s face. “I have been ready to leave for quite a while now, but you’re the biggest reason why I’m choosing not to.”

Reynardine hadn’t realised how long, and incredibly lonely, it must have been to live for thousands of years. Thinking about reaching one hundred and then some was daunting to think, nevermind going past it with no end in sight. The werewolf understood that bit, but it was still sad to think that his boyfriend had that mindset; to think living wasn’t needed anymore. Turning his head slightly into Alex’s touch, the werewolf pressed a kiss to his palm, offering a light smile, “I love you, y’know.” It was said quietly, but sincerely. “And I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy. Are you, I mean? Are you happy at the moment?”

Alex managed to smile a bit at the question that Rey asked him. He could tell how much the other man cared for him, and it was a long time since he had anyone like that by his side.

"I'm always happy when you're around, Reynardine." He answered, holding Rey's hand tighter. "Always. You have no idea how glad I am to be with you."

From here

Alex merely blinked lazily at his boyfriend’s reaction before a languid smile came to his face as he pinned Rey down onto the couch. He leaned to take in the earthy scent of his boyfriend before trailing kisses from his neck to his jaw.

“So adorable…” He breathed out as he traced his lips over Rey’s jaw to his lips. His eyes were clouded with lust as he then brushed his lips against the other’s while pressing their bodies closer together.

The couch they sat on was small, but the werewolf made room for both of them once he placed his legs on either side to accommodate his boyfriend between them. The movie they were watching had since turned to adverts, but Reynardine was way more focused on the sudden confidence coming from the alien; it was as though the roles were reversed, and the werewolf had forgotten the ability to speak once he was pushed down against the cushions. Fingers reached forward to trail up the length of his boyfriend’s arm, bunching the material of his shirt at his shoulder once they settled, clutching. The light tickle of Alex’s breath against his neck had the werewolf grinning, eyelids fluttering close as he complied to the sensation.

“’m not adorable-” Reynardine spoke lazily, amusement in his tone as he gradually opened his eyes, “-’m the toughest werewolf you know.” Joining his free arm with the other, the male linked them together behind Alex’s neck, releasing a content sigh as he felt the alien trace over his jaw. Desperately chasing the mixture of vanilla and oak, Reynardine deepened the kiss he received, using his teeth to suck Alex’s lower lip into his mouth before tugging ever so slightly. Humming, the werewolf had to pull away, despite his reluctance, “What’s this all about, huh?”

His body pressed closer to his boyfriend's and felt himself get a bit too excited from this. Either way, he reciprocated Rey's kiss and let out a soft moan of pleasure at the tug.

"I love you so much." He responded as he nuzzled his nose. "And I want to pleasure you, Reynardine." With another deep kiss, Alex rocked his hips against his boyfriend.

From here

Alex had that weary smile again. That one expression aged him considerably despite his youthful looks. He pressed a soft kiss to Rey’s cheek and looked him in the eye.

“I’m a very, very old man, Reynardine, and a very tired one. I don’t have much to live for.”

Cupping the other man’s cheek, he pressed his forehead to the other’s and closed his eyes as he whispered, “I will join you when you pass away, and nothing will stop me from doing so.”

The werewolf allowed a warm smile as Alex kissed his cheek, before an amused chuckle followed in response to his boyfriend’s comment, “You don’t look a day over twenty-five, babe.” It always amazed Reynardine whenever he was reminded that Alex was over one-thousand-years old, and then some. He couldn’t even begin to fully understand what Alex was, but that didn’t matter; he loved him all the same. The only thing that was unfair, to Reynardine, was the fact that his own species had such a short life-span in comparison to others; was it just the dog thing?

Leaning into his boyfriend’s touch, the werewolf closed his eyes, too. But the promise had him automatically opening them again, a frown given. “Don’t say stupid things like that, Alex.” His response came out a lot angrier than he wanted, but he was incredulous that the other male would suggest such a thing. “You can’t just end it all when I go. In fact, I’m tellin’ you not to. Do you really think that you have nothin’ to live for? Say that we did spend one-hundred-and-fifty-years together and I die naturally, and those years were great enough to say that you’ve done everythin’, what happens if I die tomorrow? Would you still say that you’re ready to go?”

Alex looked straight into the eyes of his boyfriend, his expression unwavering. "I mean what I said, Reynardine. How you understand it is up to you."

He sighed lightly as he stroked Rey's face. "I have been ready to leave for quite a while now, but you're the biggest reason why I'm choosing not to."

#itsreynardine #our babies need to get more (Olivia Newton John voice) physical physical!

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From here

Alex merely blinked lazily at his boyfriend's reaction before a languid smile came to his face as he pinned Rey down onto the couch. He leaned to take in the earthy scent of his boyfriend before trailing kisses from his neck to his jaw.

"So adorable..." He breathed out as he traced his lips over Rey's jaw to his lips. His eyes were clouded with lust as he then brushed his lips against the other's while pressing their bodies closer together.

From here

Alex had that weary smile again. That one expression aged him considerably despite his youthful looks. He pressed a soft kiss to Rey's cheek and looked him in the eye.

"I'm a very, very old man, Reynardine, and a very tired one. I don't have much to live for."

Cupping the other man's cheek, he pressed his forehead to the other's and closed his eyes as he whispered, "I will join you when you pass away, and nothing will stop me from doing so."

#itsreynardine #Angst: Hello? Is it me you're looking for?

Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

No! He had expected something to go wrong but to see that man again!

“Stay quiet!” Alex urged, looking panicked. His eyes were filled with desperation and fear. “There’s not going to be a raid. I would know. I wouldn’t be here if there was going to be one.”

Alex sighed, staring at his empty glass. After a long pause, he decided to take a leap of faith.

“I’m here for the same reason as everyone else here.” He said barely loud enough to be heard. “Go on, laugh. I’m sure you’d find this very funny.”

Rey was about to call bullshit on the cop’s answer, that he was making up a story to earn his trust, but the genuine fear in his eyes had the punk stalling; if he wasn’t here for a raid, then what was he doing here of all places? Most cops would look visibly sick upon hearing about these types of bars and the disgusting people within them. The 70s weren’t so forgiving. Rey absently rolled his silver lip ring with the tip of his tongue as he waited for the cop to continue explaining, a frown appearing in avid concentration; which, in essence, was a miracle for this teenager. But he was waiting for the other male to slip up, because Rey sure as Hell wasn’t accepting him being here without some bad intention.

The answer was unexpected, to say the least, and it took the punk a moment to register. Alcohol had slowed his ability to piece things together, but when it finally clicked, he couldn’t help but widely grin. “No fuckin’ way.” This was brilliant. “You’re into dudes?” There was a pause as Rey thought on it, before he offered the cop a teasing smile, “I thought you groped me a second too long during those frisk searches. Drugs, yeah right. It all makes sense now. Any chance you can get, huh?” A snorted laugh came from the punk, “I don’t mind. It can be our dirty little secret.” The latter words were drawled out as Rey leaned forward and winked, before sitting back against the booth and continuing on into a fit of laughter.

#dilemma au #itsreynardine #and I decided to take a shot #let me know if you want anything changed!

With a small roll of his eyes, he looked back at the laughing punk with slight disdain. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. It wasn't something that he was proud of. He wished he wasn't attracted to men as much as he was.

"Shame on me for telling you." He muttered to himself as he pointedly looked at the other. The laughter irritated him more and more and he was getting more frustrated at the fact that he couldn't find a way to shut this punk up.

Unless...

Without warning, he grabbed Rey by the back of his head and planted a firm kiss on his lips, then let go after he made sure the other man was quiet.

Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

Loud music, the smell of sweat and alcoholics together, fueling the frenzy of people. Not a place that Officer Alex Delalune would pick as his first choice to go on a night out.

But here he was, sneaking into an underground gay bar, only coming in because he knew that this particular bar wouldn’t be raided tonight. Keeping his head down, he made his way to the bar and ordered a beer.

He loathed himself right now, going to such a filthy place, having such unnatural feelings for men….

Nothing could make this night any worse, could it?

It was great here; a guaranteed safe haven for those who were shamed by the public and targeted by the police. For Rey, it was an opportunity to relax and be himself, rather than pretend to fit the perfect picture; The Wolves had no idea that their own member was exactly the type of person they beat up. It was a twisted joke that Rey despised being apart of, but after seeing Jordan being killed for getting caught with a guy, he wasn’t going to voice his opinion anytime soon. But in this secret club, passed on by word of mouth, he could talk freely and spitefully.

Rey was already fuelled with alcohol when he first entered the club, his confidence sky-rocketing, but more wouldn’t hurt. Perhaps he could score some speed whilst he was here, because he was pretty certain that he saw a drug deal go down in the toilets when he went. It was as he was headed for the bar that he spotted a cute guy, sitting on his own and holding an empty glass; score. With the best grin he could muster, made cocky by the alcohol, the teenager changed his path and made his way straight for the booth.

“Need another drink?” Rey spoke up as he slid into the booth, taking the opportunity to fully look at the other male; the lights in this place were shit, but he could see better now. And boy, did his grin go. Panic set in immediately, along with anger, as he recognised the police officer who regularly arrested him, “Shit. Fuckers! You’re here undercover, aren’t you? You just can’t leave us alone.” Rey had to tell everyone now. It was another raid, and he had to warn them. “Bastards, the lot of you. We’re havin’ fun, and you just gotta spoil it for us.”

#itsreynardine #dilemma au

No! He had expected something to go wrong but to see that man again!

"Stay quiet!" Alex urged, looking panicked. His eyes were filled with desperation and fear. "There's not going to be a raid. I would know. I wouldn't be here if there was going to be one."

Alex sighed, staring at his empty glass. After a long pause, he decided to take a leap of faith.

"I'm here for the same reason as everyone else here." He said barely loud enough to be heard. "Go on, laugh. I'm sure you'd find this very funny."

Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

Loud music, the smell of sweat and alcoholics together, fueling the frenzy of people. Not a place that Officer Alex Delalune would pick as his first choice to go on a night out.

But here he was, sneaking into an underground gay bar, only coming in because he knew that this particular bar wouldn't be raided tonight. Keeping his head down, he made his way to the bar and ordered a beer.

He loathed himself right now, going to such a filthy place, having such unnatural feelings for men....

Nothing could make this night any worse, could it?

#itsreynardine #dilemma au

Never had a moment of silence felt this long to the alien. Not when he was standing over the bodies of an entire species, slaughtered. Not when he had finally won against Nihil in a fight. As he saw Reynardine put the ray gun back into his jacket, he noticeably relaxed and put his arms around the other as he kissed him on the top of his head.

“I should have told you before, made the time to explain…” He whispered as he pulled back a bit to take in the sight of his boyfriend’s face, looking much happier than he did in months, maybe years. He then pulled Rey into a deep kiss, one that showed the longing that he had felt whie they were apart, and the regret that he had when he had to leave him. If only he had more resources against BL/ind by now, then he could be reunited with his beloved sooner.

After pulling away reluctantly from the kiss, he looked at Reynardine, taking in the sight of his boyfriend after their separation. Although he had seen him through the various cameras that were in the zones, it couldn’t compare to actually seeing him in the flesh.

The werewolf tried to keep himself composed as he felt the gentle kiss to the top of his head; it was difficult after all this time, and Reynardine tried to ignore the fact that they couldn’t stay like this for long. They had to separate from one another again, carry on with what they were doing before, and fight on through the hold that the corporation tried to settle over them. Fingers reached up to comb their way through the back of his boyfriend’s hair, the usual softness replaced with the grittiness of the desert sand, but Reynardine over-looked that for the simple fact that he was able to touch Alex again. Perhaps the werewolf should have gotten used to the cold of the desert at night when he slept alone by now, but he missed the warmth of his boyfriend’s body besides him. It was strange how things had changed; he was used to being on his own before he met Alex, but now it was as though he was dependant on the others company to function. But then, it was the first time that somebody had accepted him for what he was, and loved him for who he was.

“Yeah, you should have, you idiot..” Reynardine mumbled in return, though there was no viciousness in his tone; he was still relieved that his boyfriend was alive, well, and most of all hadn’t been taken over by BL/ind. He preferred this situation to the one where he discovered Alex was no longer himself – or ghosted. All the worry he felt disappeared into the kiss, his fingers clutching onto the alien’s dark locks as he pressed back against the force; it might be a while until he next saw his boyfriend, so he sure as Hell was going to make the most of it. He missed the vanilla and oak scent, though it now held a heavier component from the grime of the desert. But the sweet taste of the male’s lips was welcomed more, and Reynardine didn’t want to stop, but they had to. And it only added fuel to the fire that he had towards BL/ind.

A sigh escaped Reynardine’s lips as the kiss broke, both of blissfulness and frustration, “How long is this goin’ to take, Alex?” He didn’t expect an answer of ‘until tomorrow’, but he didn’t want to prepare for years ahead; he didn’t think he would be able to stay strong for that long. Not just mentally, but physically; there was only so many times he could control the monster inside of him, and he felt disgusted with himself that he had to resort to near-dead zone-runners every now and again. He had to for Dolce’s sake, because he never wanted to hurt her. “I’m – I can’t – I don’t think I can put up with this for much longer. I’m runnin’ out of options, and I think Dolce is startin’ to as well, but she’s – I guess she’s better at hidin’ it.”