(( Drabble of Warren discovering just what exactly form he's in.... Takes place between You Look Familiar.... and Comparing Notes. Thought I would post it so you and Sky could read it, too <3 ))
A grin curved Warren’s lips as he strode down the mall hallway. He could still feel that caress down the back of his hand from Sky’sdigits, and the image of the other man taking his number and holding onto it like it was something important….
He didn’t know why, but he was touched. This was more than hunting, separate from hunger. He took a deep breath, missing a stride as a memory of a dream rose up strongly in his mind. Definitely different from the hunger. This was more… personal. He itched to see how accurate those dreams actually were.
Spotting a restroom sign, Warren took a sharp dodge to the right, ducking down the hallway in search of a mirror. He was curious as to what form he was in, what the Pastor’s deepest desire was – that would help him get an idea of how to act when they met for coffee, although Sky hadn’t shown any indication of anything being off from the way he was acting, so that was a good sign.
He moved around a few shoppers heading to and from the restroom, dodged out of the way of a running child and caught the door, shaking his head. The malls this time of year… he was glad he’d been here, otherwise he wouldn’t have met Sky, but usually he avoided groups of people like this. It wasn’t his preferred hunting ground, and he didn’t socialize much outside of hunting, considering—
Warren stopped dead in the doorway, shaken from his thoughts as he looked up and spotted his own reflection in the mirror. In a daze, he let go of the door and drifted forward, reaching out with a slightly shaking hand to touch the cool surface.
Black hair, cut and ruffled in a rakish look. Green eyes, shifting to bright emerald as emotion swam through his systems. Slightly tanned skin, five o’clock shadow on his chin, black leather jacket. Button up dress shirt that was a purple so dark he had thought it was black until he walked under the bright vanity lights in the restroom. The first several buttons on that shirt undone, showing a flash of skin, leading down to black jeans and motorcycle boots, his wallet on a heavy silver chain.
Warren made a low noise and dropped his shopping bag, leaning heavily on the sink, closing his eyes. My body. My original body. How… a picture? But there shouldn’t be many, and even if so, how would he have found them? Why would he have even looked? I didn’t amount to much during my life as a human…. It can’t be—
He suddenly remembered something and straightened, shrugging almost desperately out of his jacket and dropping it to the floor, unbuttoning another button or two in order to yank the shirt down so he could see his left shoulder in the mirror, ignoring the dubious looks an older gentleman gave him before turning on his heel and leaving the restroom.
There, on his left shoulder… a scar. Not deep, not obvious, nothing more than a crisscross of long-healed cuts.
Warren let go of the cloth, rolling his shoulder to shrug the shirt back into place. It was impossible.
As impossible as dreaming of the same man for years then meeting him is impossible?
Warren ignored the niggling voice of doubt in the back of his head as he buttoned his shirt back to the state it had been in, mechanically repairing his appearance and picking up his jacket before swinging it back on. Impossible.
….But it couldn’t hurt, could it? To find out more about Pastor Sky Williamson?
Warren smiled slightly at the thought of the other man, a warm feeling of rightness in his gut. No, it couldn’t hurt. As long as he didn’t find out what Warren was, anyway. Sky made him feel alive, for the first time in decades. Sky had given him his body back. He didn’t know how or why, but he’d be damned all over again if he were going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He stooped to pick up the shopping bag he’d had and fished his cell phone out of his pocket long enough to glance at the time. He still had a half hour before meeting Sky at the coffeeshop…. If he was going to be in this form for a while, he needed clothing.
With one last glance and grin at his reflection, Warren turned and strode out of the room, with a bounce in his step and grin on his face that he’d not had for decades.