Seven sentence sunday (a few hrs into monday)
This is from a new addition to the newest verse that "Over all the butterflies" is part of(Which I really need to stop turning one-shots into verses) (I also got a little side tracked for this and did maybe a lil too much but oh well)
"Come on," Theo said softly, holding a hand out towards the chimera sat on his bed. "I want to show you something."
Liam slowly took the offered hand, letting Theo pull him out the room and out the house to the truck sat in the drive way. He felt uneasy leaving his car and his bag full of everything he owned and valued down the road.
Even if he had been sleeping in Theo’s room more and more almost every nightbor day for the past week. The wolf leaving the window unlocked for Liam to climb in while he's at work or to let him slip in through the nights.
He stared out the window, watching the streets and houses as the Theo manoeuvred the truck along the roads - the quiet of the night, making everything seem oddly peaceful even for Beacon Hills.
Liam's stolen heart dropped as the truck finally came to a stop, the street around them familiar. He didn't even realise he had stepped out until the wind blew at his face while he glanced around.
The old tree with a broken rope swing, a mini hopscotch course across the road along the pavement having faded through years of rain and time. Many things familiar, yet having faded and deteriorated since the last time he was here.
He felt Theo follow him, not standing too close, but just close enough he could feel the warm and comforting presence radiating off him. Liam came to a standstill by a streetlight, breath hitching, and Mason's heart plummeting beneath its cage in his chest.
A missing person's sign was taped to it. The paper could only be a few weeks old. He was staring at his nine year old self. Another note underneath in the unmistakable handwriting of Jenna Dunbar. 'I'll leave the light on to guide you home.'
Liam felt his entire body shake, the urge to let out a viceral scream building as years and years of the emotions he kept locked away in that box of the child that died on the operating table all those years ago swung open.
"She never stopped looking. She's still looking." Theo whispered softly, bringing a grounding hand to lay on Liam’s shoulder. His body the only thing that was probably stopping Liam from sinking to the floor.
Across the street from them both, a house stood out to Liam amongst all the others - the one with the tree and broken swing. The one with the porch light on.
Tagging @equallyloyalandlethal @chasing-chimeras @transdunbar @theoceanismyinkwell @thiamsxbitch @ksbbb @wolfboy88 (sorry if anyone's done it, ignore if has)
