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Mockingbird

Please forgive me for missing your message. I'll be right with you.

The Other Me

He isn't that sorry.

Mockingbird

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[paraselenic]

Your tone suggests I was what you truly wanted this whole time.

[There's a certain leap in his stomach at the thought. A giddiness he can't really describe as he feels each kiss Hugo plants along his snout and feeling just how soft the vampire's skin was. A familiar softness by now, but one he never stops being marveled by. Hugo didn't settle for small prizes--he was always aiming for something bigger.

The idea that the end goal had been him once the foundation was set swells his confidence. The dark clouds that hung over what he feared Hugo thought of him were clearing, and the view of the moon from that cleared sky was a going to be a sight.

Lycaon's snout moves down against that touch, finding a home at the base of Hugo's neck. The man's question makes him snort indignantly.]

Not in the slightest. On the contrary, I am more worried for anyone in our way.

[Lycaon had always had courage in spades, to the point of it being almost infuriating. But now he had the life experience to back up those thoughts. His skills needed to be refined, honed to fit the Mockingbird of today, but that was a temporary hurdle.

He soaks in Hugo's scent, mouthing his teeth against that pale skin. Yes, he's a bit impatient now.]

And if that happens, I'll do my best to trust you in the moment.

[His head raises up, reining in his more...feral instincts to tilt his head and press his lips right to Hugo's, as if that was sealing the contract right there. It wasn't the first time they'd done it, but it made it no less meaningless.]

[myriadeclipse]

There may be truth to that.

[ It did make Hugo wonder if Lycaon liked knowing that. The confession that started everything was Lycaon's in the first place. It was just as well it was, too. Hugo would have taken too long, played too many games, pushed himself in and out playing the games he always did. Everything was a performance for him.

Lycaon wasn't like that. If not for his confidence and genuine stubbornness, all of this would have been quite different. It made Hugo feel like he might be himself again one day. Maybe not the idealistic dreamer, looking to higher heights in his desire for a stage suited to him. A new stage and new actors called for a new vision, but all of that would be decided later.

Hugo breathed a laugh, tilting his head away, so the blond strands fell away to give the impatient wolf the pale expanse of his shoulder and up his neck. The feeling of teeth against his skin made him shiver. Part of his rational mind wanted to warn that they were going to be at a party that day, but he threw away that caution. There would be nothing better on a day like this than to receive something he could remember throughout the day when the thoughts started to creep in to tell him he shouldn't have been born. ]

The rest we can decide later. [ He said with a seductive purr. ] I'm sure it's a saying somewhere not to bring your work into the bedroom. [ They were not in the bedroom. ]

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[The way his ears twitch and the thumping of his tail against the bay window ledge was all the clue Hugo needed. Hugo had needed the confession more of the two, and Lycaon was the one that needed to say it. It was unplanned, rushed, unfinished, inelegant and raw, unlike anything Lycaon had ever played himself up to be. That blunt honesty was the spark.

He wants to see Hugo return to who he was. A man who's laugh could ring with clarity through the halls of a high end hotel, scattering coins like breadcrumbs as they made their escape through a window. A man who would flash a smile that could rival the moonlight after their leap, looking to Lycaon to lead their escape from there. Time had changed them, certainly, but not everything.

Lycaon's teeth trail down his neck once more, ears perked to listen for his breathing. the man's pulse quickens as his teeth press against where neck meets shoulder, nosing like an impatient pup. Red marks from where his fangs clamped down were already starting to show, and Lycaon wanted nothing more than to add to that collection.

He did still have to think of the party. He had places to call, orders to pick up... But that was in the evening--plenty of time to show Hugo that people wanted him. And him most of all.

Ears flutter at that purr, and the word 'bedroom' sticks out among them. That's right...the bedroom was downstairs. Reaching to take the calling card off the bay windowsill, he holds it up to Hugo's lips as if asking him to hold onto it before scooping him into his arms to carry.]

It is of no issue. I fully intend to reduce your vocabulary to just my name, either way.

[Metal heels click as he starts to walk towards the stairs.]

Has Robin been programmed to monitor your heart rate? [He needs to know. Can't have that Bangboo getting worried for Hugo's safety.]