Another prompt, this time about Loup, my fav’ wolf-boy ! It’s a it sad, but don’t worry, he’ll be okay... Wanna know more about him ? Check his tag !
Suddenly sitting up, out of breath and heart madly beating in his chest, it took Loup a few minutes to recognize the room he was in. The blood was pulsating behind his eardrums, his throat was dry and his cheeks were covered in tears. A nightmare. A horrible nightmare. The boy brought a hand up to his throat to make sure it bore no wound. It was being cut off again. Her. She was the one to get her revenge, restlessly, every night.
A warm arm slid around his middle and Laïby’s still asleep body hugged him close. The redhead scanned the state his partner was in with barely open eyes. His hand still on his throat, blank stare lost in the persistent images of his dream. Loup let him make him lie back down and snuggled into his reassuring arms without really thinking about it. His embrace was reassuring and protected him from everything. She was still there, though. Empty eye sockets, bloody smile and slit open throat, staring at him everytime he closed his eyes. And so, he stared at Laïby without really looking at him. He let the other boy’s shoulder catch his gaze, but also the angle of his jawline, the corner of his lips. He let him play with his hair, only vaguely listening to the reassuring words he was murmuring into his ear, letting his fingers glide on this chest he now knew by heart.
It was the same look he had when he would cut. His black eyes would stare at the razor blade and at the drops of blood staining the tiles. It was the same look, except he did not cut anymore. Or at least not as much as he used to. And Laïby always found a way to bring him back to reality way quicker than Lidja would do. On the other hand, Lidja had never dared to kiss him. And the taste of Laïby’s lips was way too addictive for the boy.
The second Laïby’s lips touched his, Loup’s gaze unlocked from his fixing point to meet his partner’s, which was always full of emotions. All this desire, all this tenderness, all this love he poured into him was what kept him alive. The blank stare then disappeared. Careful touches became eager grips, caresses, and she disappeared. Until the next night.
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