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[gcldenhexrted]

@letagin || x

Searching had hurt him, as he was trying for so long to find the other, his heart aching as he just had others telling him that Aaron wouldn’t have just left, that he has to keep trying. The younger dragon had barely managed to break in, but he still doesn’t know how he could ever get his soulmate out at this point.

The cage makes his heart sink, noticing it just to have Umbra shouting out that, that’s where his husband is. That’s where he needs to go, everything is telling him he has to, the dragon running to soulmate’s cage. It hurts more than anything else to see Aaron how he does, calling for his soulmate just to be greeted with silence at first.

“Aaron.” The first time he says the other’s name is greeted with that laugh and deep down, it hurts him more than anything, it pained him deep down. Something about the laughter shocks him, making him sit down and trying not to overreact to it all. Perhaps just the feeling that his husband thinks this isn’t real, that he hasn’t found him.

“Aaron, please, I’m real. I’m here, I found you, please, I’ve been searching...” He feels like crying, reaching through the bars in a desperate attempt to feel okay, to feel that comfort that only comes from just even the lightest of touches. He sniffles, moving to a side of the cage where he can hold the other, moving his arms through to hold him as tight as he can, not sure what to do at this point, not knowing where to go to possibly grab the key. “Please, I’m here-”

[angerbuilt]

@letagin  &  starter call .

It doesn’t take the wolf long to find her familiar friend, with the familiar friendly scent. It’s a particular scent, though. She can tell that there’s something a little off about him. She wasn’t going to point it out, though, mostly because she couldn’t actually talk as a wolf. It only takes her a few seconds to be by his side, nose bumping against his leg with a small bark and a sniff. 

[escapedartgeek]

@letagin

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It was blatantly easy to tell when Aaron was going through some darker thoughts. The whole mood seemed to shift as he got lost in those thoughts. It felt like the very least that Zora could do was check in with the guy. It didn’t seem right to not offer the opportunity to talk about it, even if he didn’t care to take up the option. 

It takes a few moments to respond while Zora is glancing at him with a look of mild concern. Hearing him speak doesn’t really seem to reassure her much but she gets what he means. “Yeah, I guess this time of year can be rough on a lot of people. So I can’t blame you for having a lot on your mind. If you ever care to talk about it, I’m open to hearing it.”

She pauses for a moment, still a bit reluctant to say much about herself. “Ah well, you know I’ve been really busy. Doing a lot of work, people want precious commissions for their relatives so that’s been keeping me going for a while. Can’t say I’ve been up to too much outside of that, really.”

[fleshsashimi-blog]

@letagin -- GREETER.

      On the hot rock of a “stove,” Romeo flips the slab of what is supposed to be beef but is definitely not beef. He looks up at his patron and wonders if he knows what it is, because those telling eyes concern him. He blinks slowly, “So,” he says, pressing what was once a secretary’s shoulder meat with his long chopsticks. “You’re from Ireland.” Casual conversation. That makes it easier.

[mooncurscd-a-blog]

*    x.           ———–     continued off of      /     aaron       waking up only to see aaron gone, made the young  female let out      a disappointed sigh. izy  rolled out of bed  with her messy  bun still      intact, and only  wearing an  over sized t-shirt.  the female pressed      her hands into her eye  lids as she made  her way out of her  room.      when letting her hands  fall to her side, isabella’s vision  refocused      itself onto the  male who had his  back turned to her. scanning  the      males  body, the wolf bit down on her  bottom lip as  she lightly  let      her finger tips graze a crossed the males scars. but her gaze  shot      up to his hues, as  she heard him speak. slowly  shaking her head      in disagreement, izy didn’t think they were ugly. ❝   no,  they’re   not  ugly.  everyone   has  scars,   y’know  ??  some   are      physical and others   .    .    .  are emotional. just  because i don’t have      any  physically,  doesn’t  mean  that  they  aren’t  there. a  curse about      being  a  wolf is  that, i heal. but i still  have one thing that  is  physical,      that’s  a  constant  reminder  that  i've  done  awful  things.   ❞      closing her eye’s to only have them re-open as an icy blue glow. the      mark a wolf gets when they kill an innocent.

[noprodigalson]

@letagin

   ❝    honestly  ,  nothing  much.    been  keepin’  my  head  down  ,  runnin’  my  tattoo  studio    &    bein’  a  dad  ,  so  ,  the  usual.    ❞    shoulders  had  shrugged  as  a  half-smile  toyed  on  his  lips  ,  a  hand  raised  for  slender  fingers  to  scratch  at  the  scruffy  mess  upon  his  jawline.    ❝    what  about  you  ,  kiddo    ?    what’s  been  goin’  on  in  your  mad  life    ?    ❞

well now, wasn’t that just the life to have ?  it was impossible for dean to stop the small upward turns of the corner of his mouth. there was some jealousy–– he’d never admit to it, but there’s was still that constant yearning to have such a simple day to day life sometimes. “ nothing quite as nice as what you’ve got going on there. gotta ask, since you brought it up, ” dean being, quickly looking for a way to turn the conversation away from his personal life. “ when you gonna be drawing on me? c’mon, i’m not that bad to look at shirtless. ”

[codedsarcasm-archived]

     spending time with aaron was different. she didn’t entirely know why. there was always laughter and an easy feeling, like she didn’t have to worry about being a complete disaster around him. nessa had no qualms about inviting him into her flat; about drinking and talking as late into the night as they wound up going. the irishwoman had her legs drawn up onto the couch beside her and had just leaned back from putting her mostly finished drink onto the coffee table when he shifted. his hand alighted on her neck and he was leaning in with little warning.

     it didn’t last long. her head was light; she wasn’t sure if that was owed to the kiss or the alcohol. her cheeks were red, her lips parted just slightly as she processed everything. in all honesty, it was probably best he hadn’t asked -- she’d have said no. she didn’t let people in like this. she didn’t get close to anyone if she could help it, mostly because she didn’t know how. but she would have regretted saying no. 

     ❝  --- something tells me you weren’t thinking.  ❞   but even as she spoke, she shifted herself closer to him and leaned back in to kiss him again.

@letagin   /   x.

[bitterdeadguy]

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        HE SHOULDN’T PRY, but then shane was always known for doing things he shouldn’t be doing. he’s glancing at him, eyebrows raised, uncertain if he even knew he was there. guess he’ll find out one way or another. “ hey, that’s a COOL tattoo. did you do that yourself? i’m personally terrified of needles. don’t think i coulda done it. ”