#alek.

[kaycebishop]

where. his place? alek's place? wherever this washed up alpha be at, hehe who. @alekgray

Kayce hadn't slept. Or rather, he wasn't sleeping. For if he did, then the nightmares would settle in. And he'd wake up in a sweat, with his heart threatening to pound itself right out of his chest. So he decided to do that instead with coffee and energy drinks and whatever else he could get his grimy hands on. Exhaustion had settled in, though. He'd been spending most of his days at the shop, giving Rawlins however much time he needed off. Kayce couldn't even say when he had ever spent this much time at the shop before. It likely wasn't the brightest of his ideas, to be working on cars while the darkened circles showed so heavily around his eyes. But since when did Kayce have good ideas?

"There's Wendy's on the counter," he seemed to get out as he fell back onto the couch, a tad more dramatic than it needed to be. "Are you feeling better?" He spoke to the ceiling, as his gaze traced imaginary circles.

[nikolaigray]

where. out in the forest who. @alekgray

The forest had been his prison for a hundred years, and yet, it had also become something of a sanctuary for him. It was a place that he could go to, when his thoughts became too loud. A place that was calming, quiet and without the burden of what he couldn't remembered seemed to bring. The memories of a war not fought lingered in his thoughts, clouded the past memories that wished to surface. He could recall bits and pieces of a life once lived, yet, the horror and terror of a war not fought seemed to flit over them. Though, it seemed he wasn't the only one that had come to the quiet part of the forest. "Looking to clear your thoughts too?"

[arastirmacii]

where. some place he hangs out that’s not lycan coded, thank u who. @alekgray​

The thought had been at the back of her mind, the memory of Alek urging her to go while he took a stance against the beastly bear that had been charging them. And despite the promise she had silently made him, Sanem had been unable to get back to where she had left him. She had been unable to make sure that he had survived the encounter, and subsequently, the entire labyrinth. While she should have put it to the back of her mind, locked it away in some deep recess that she would never venture into again, she had been unable to. Over the course of the meetings, of the ensuring that those she cared about had been able to make it out, Alek’s own fate had been pestering her. And before she could rightfully talk herself out of such a foolish thing, Sanem had sought him out. “Before you ask, I’m not here for the Eye. Or the Senate,” she stated as she stood before him. Though, now as she did, she seemed at a loss for the right words, or even the sentence that she knew she needed to say to him.

[xliilith]

where. outside BISHOP’s auto who. @alekgray​

Remus had mentioned the little wolf to her, the one that had ripped a heart out in front of all those that had attended Lupercalia and eaten it with little regrets. He sounded entertaining, at least. Which may have been the sole reason she had chosen now to seek him out, to watch him until she understood just that much more about him. And while she could have approached him at any given moment, wherever she may have wanted to, Lilith wanted to make it known that she knew just enough to get to him. With the power granted to her, she slipped up behind him undetected, until she could lay a hand on the back of his neck, before she moved around him once more. Oh, how she loved to play with her toys. “A little birdy told me that you wanted to meet me,” she cooed as she seemingly appeared from thin air behind him.

[faklve]

“i missed you.” that and slowly but surely, he could feel himself descending into madness while he watched the clock ticking, waiting for the right time to go over. alek has never been a very patient person. once inside the bathroom, he takes the hairbrush from lysander’s hand, that he places on the counter, and tenderly cradles his boyfriend’s face between his palms. his eyes roam the other’s features, never tiring of memorizing every detail of his perfect face, then down his body. “you never cease to take my breath away, kitten. never.” he has, ever since day one. he remembers the very first time he saw the older and having the breath knocked out of him from how beautiful lysander was. there are days, still, alek does a double take when the older enters his line of vision, not quite believing such breathtaking creature exists. let alone loves him.

@bicvrious​

[kaycebishop]

where. kayce’s abode who. @alekgray​

How many days had it been, since he’d last stepped foot outside of his shitty little apartment? Sumeyye had patched him up nicely, with the help of her blood she had told him, and Dante had mostly been around when he’d needed that extra moment of reassurance. Yet, when it came to Alek, he’d mostly left the other in the dark. A few carefully worded texts here, a couple of ‘I’m busy’ or ‘now’s not the best time’ there. Despite how well Kayce could lie, with the rare occurrences of when he’d believed his own, he hadn’t ever wanted to do it with Alek. There had never been a point to it when they were younger, given how he’d left quite literally everything out on the table, and he had hoped to continue that into the relationship that they now had. Which had been precisely why he’d otherwise holed up in his apartment, with a bottle stupidly in his hand, so as to keep his loose tongue from spewing all that he hadn’t wanted to say yet. But the days had turned into a week, and he couldn’t very well let it go on longer, so he’d asked Alek to come over. And though he should have waited until perhaps the morning, or once he had otherwise sobered up a bit more, he hadn’t wanted to wait another day.

[kaycebishop]

where. alek’s lil cabin in the woods who. @alekgray​​​

There had been that sense of time lost following the days of the festival, as if Kayce had spent the previous nights on a bender and had woken up with more holes in his memories than he could remember. He knew what it meant, now, but it didn’t stop the fact that he didn’t particularly like it. What had happened? Or rather, who had suffered that he now wasn’t aware of? Thankfully, he’d been able to make sure that Alek had been alright, before he’d been needed by his friends, before he’d spent most of his recent time between Atlas and ensuring that his shop didn’t fall further into the gutter. The festival had felt as if it had happened months ago, but also as if it had been just the previous day, and Kayce was still scrambling with the thoughts in his head. “Sorry, I’ve been caught up in some stuff,” he explained after he stood in silence for who knows how long. “Everything, uh... good around here?”

[kaycebishop]

where. outside all fours who. @alekgray​

There were bits and pieces missing from the day of the festival, just as it had been following the night of Halloween. Kayce could remember going to the store for that ridiculous outfit, could remember getting to the festival grounds, and could remember hovering around the various stands, getting drinks and food like any other event. Though what seemed most noteworthy was the memories of watching some of the fighters turn into seemingly half man half wolf creatures right out of a movie. Which may have been why he had holed up inside of his apartment, had forced his employee to check in on the shop despite the large ‘closed’ sign that hung on the front door. Not to mention the drugs that he had needed to purge from his system following the event.

Which may have been why, when he finally decided to emerge from his hideaway, Kayce couldn’t seem to figure out precisely how many days had passed since his life had seemingly changed. Again. All that he seemed to understand in the moment was to seek out Alek, to maybe get some kind of answer to the questions bouncing around his head. But finding the other hadn’t exactly been all that easy, as some of the people he asked of Alek only seemed to give him either confused or dirty looks. Until finally he’d found himself just outside of the bar, but fate didn’t seem to let him hesitate for long, as Alek came into view. “So, all that --- wolf stuff at the festival was real, huh?” There was an evenness in Kayce’s tone, but he couldn’t quite hide the way his body uneasily moved.