#schxlar

[nxblesavage-blog]

"Would you...would you care to s-stay the evening with me?"

"I don't want to go ... I want to stay." Where it was quiet, where it was warm. Where the sounds and sights and smells didn't threaten to drown him. Here, with Lucas ... it was the closest thing he had to a home anymore.

He didn't want to go.

"I want to stay with you ... always."

[nxblesavage-blog]

He hates this place. All the noises, the smells ... everything's so busy. He misses home. But he can't leave. That man, his uncle, he prowls the city like a predator, and Jay has never felt more like prey, not even when he was staring down the jaws of the jaguar. In this great, unending city, he feels trapped. Caged.

But he also feels ... drawn. Like there's something keeping him here, some invisible tether that pulls him in every time he thinks about running away.

Maybe it's that tether that leads him to this place, or maybe it's just idle wandering. He's on the roof when he hears it, the smack of skin hitting skin and a quiet yelp that, for some reason, makes his whole body seize. When he peers over the edge, he sees the source: two men, one pinning the other against the alley wall. Another predator   this place is full of them. His arm is drawn back. He means to strike the other one again. 

For some reason, the thought makes Jay's blood boil. He doesn't think; he just acts, running to the roof's edge and jumping. When he lands, he rolls, the momentum carrying him forward. He uses it, letting it drive him forward, and he hits the bigger man at a full sprint, tackling him away from the small one. The big one spits and snarls and shouts, but Jay isn't listening. All he can hear is the relentless flutter of a heartbeat that isn't his own. Scared. Terrified. And Jay's heart pounds an furious rhythm in his ears to match it.

He will see if this predator is so bold when he becomes the prey.

[nxblesavage-blog]

schxlar:

[ P r e s s u r e —- ]  builds in his chest. “Tarzan please,” he begins, breath coming shorter as he takes a step closer. The jungle air his thick even in the safety of the treehouse. Hands are reached out between them as if in a valiant attempt to coax the other man close.

"I had no idea what her intentions were. You have to believe me, I thought Clayton wanted to help— I never— I never wanted your family to be hurt. I never thought she would go thatfar—”

James dares to take another step.

“Please—”

"They took them."

He's breathless, panicked, but there's an accusatory note in his voice as he speaks.

"They put them in cages. Ropes. They took them, and I    I led them there." 

The guilt swirling in his chest rises like a tide, choking him, drowning him. He can hear their screams echoing in his ears, their terrified howls and cries. He can still hear them, and it's his fault. It's his fault for trusting these people   any of them. 

He steps back. He doesn't want to be close to James anymore. He let him get close, and he's paying for it. His family is paying for it. He's rocking on his feet, pacing. He feels as caged as his mother, as his friends, locked away by that woman with the vicious smile.

"Tell me where they are," he says, and when the answer doesn't come fast enough, he knocks over the table beside him and rushes forward, squaring up to every inch of his height and staring down at James, eyes dark and shoulders heaving. "Tell me where they are!"

[nxblesavage-blog]

schxlar replied to your post “¤”

;; Stop making me ship them harder you heathen. ♥

[skinlesswolf-blog]

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One of these days, Guinevere was going to learn to watch where she was going.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't... I was just looking for-- Sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

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schxlar 

"Welcome to our little hole in the wall. Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea?"