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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.

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[ He remembered their youth together. Back then, he didn't think as much of it. He was proud, naïve. It wasn't a family, but it was something that felt like home. After spending hours running from family, servants, and thralls, going 'home' to Lycaon was something he didn't realize gave him such hope and comfort, until it was gone. It was the emptiness of that old, rundown house that made the entire fall out real.

They were just boys; playing, fighting, and sleeping together. He remembered throwing his shirt at Lycaon and following it with a pillow. He also remembered getting quickly taken down by Lycaon. It was a time far away.

Hugo remains quiet, watching Lycaon until the wardrobe was the topic, looking over to the piece of furniture. The explanation make sense as he was told. It didn't seem his type and it stood out being different from the rest of the set--

Oh. Nevermind. It fixed its individuality.

The shift on the bed caught his attention, looking down to Lycaon and the way his nails were curled in the sheets. Reaching out, Hugo rests his hand at top Lycaon's head, lightly petting him like you would a spooked dog. ]

I would guess, given how quickly it acted, that it's attuned to your desires.

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[Halcyon days, those were. Lycaon could vividly remember when they first found that rundown house. Finding out that he and Hugo were to share a room, with the advice that this would strengthen their bond. They argued, they laughed, they wrestled, they stayed up late talking about their dreams. How he took that for granted, in hindsight.

He'd never known true family, hanging onto his given name and the vague idea that he was born for some purpose. Hugo spoke of his own sometimes, words dripped with poison--which made him think about what his own feelings towards his parents should be. But as far as what a home was...that was Hugo himself.

His ears flattened a little bit at the man's gesture. The wardrobe's aesthetic change in itself was enough to convince him that this item was magical--and if Hugo didn't see the threat in it then, it couldn't be too dangerous. Gently shaking off Hugo's hand (he's not a dog ommggg!) he unfastened the last button on his shirt, letting it rest on the bed next to him. Removing it did reveal some nasty scars on his back, courtesy of some unwelcome reptiles he'd been trapped with in the barrier, stitched together by magic and time.

Getting to his feet, his hand brushed against Hugo's arm before he moved to inspect the wardrobe.]

Magic has never been my strong suit. [His ice magic was the exception, and even now he couldn't conjure anything, merely manipulate.] Let alone enchanted items.

[He gripped the handle with one hand, claws drawn with the other in case something unsavory were to pop out. With a single motion, he pulled it open. Only to reveal...

A closet. He shouldn't really be surprised--what was he expecting? Well, he did expect it to be empty, for one. The wardrobe was already stocked with clothing--on one side, clothing of all kinds built for a man (or wolf) with broader shoulders and a slot in the slacks for a fluffy tail to poke through. On the other half, clothes clearly meant for a more humanoid wearer]

...

[He can't even hide his confusion now.]

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[ Instead of complaining, he followed behind him while finishing his unbuttoning of his shirt. Letting it hang open, Hugo stopped behind him, looking at the wardrobe as if he expected it to have a name placard or a note. Seeing nothing, he looked to the front doors, watching as Lycaon opened it and raised his brows at what they found.

Honestly, he would have been happier with a bomb, or someone's lost stash of guns. Maybe in a stack of bodies or a monster. A wardrobe full of clothes was rather anticlimactic until he paid more attention to the clothes themselves. It was simple to see some were designed for Lycaon's body, although he couldn't really agree with some of the choices. That sheer robe in salmon was not Lycaon's color. The other side featured clothes he was sure Lycaon would rip through upon attempt. ]

A secret admirer who knows your clothing needs and sizes? And here you made it sound like you were being the big lone wolf before I arrived.

[ It was a confusing situation, but he couldn't help making a joke out of it. ]

Do you have a fae lover, perhaps?

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[Lycaon could not agree more on the choices--a first when it came to their tastes in fashion. He sifted through the items curiously, finding not only that gaudy robe, but a leather jacket, a vest not too different from his work uniform, and a lime green tank top with with the words 'THREE WOLF MOON' splattered across it. It certainly was..eclectic.

At the joke, the corner of his lips turn upwards in a slight smile. He's trying to hide it, though.]

Your humor knows no bounds.

[As if a Fae would even fathom the idea. They were even more pretentious than elves.]

They must not know my size all that well. The ones over here would not fit over my shoulders no matter the fabric.

[His hand flips through the selections, pulling out another tank top with three aesthetic tears in the shape of claw marks, as an example. ....Wait. He' holding it up to Hugo now. Making the comparison.]

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[ It took everything in him to not laugh at the three wolf moon shirt. It was clearly there with Lycaon in mind. He was right about the other ones, though, and Hugo had been eyeing them. It wasn't until he held it up over him did the meaning strike him. Was the other side for him?

That fried his brain a little. ]

Me?

[ It was all he could get out, looking how it fit over his frame perfectly, and then squinted inside the wardrobe again. He dealt with enchanted items enough that the happenings wasn't outside his understanding, but it still left a knot in his gut to think this offensive piece of furniture was possibly counting him as a resident of this bedroom already.

There had to be a fae to blame. ]

It's barely been an hour, and we already have something calling us a couple.

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[You're not the only one, Hugo. He'd only just made the offer for the man to stay here. Did the wardrobe update its contents along with its aesthetic? Did it consistently update against your will like Windows OS?]

It. Appears so.

[He cleared his throat and put the shirt back gingerly.]

It is but a wardrobe, however. It doesn't have to be put to use...nor do the clothes have to be worn. I've heard tales of enchanted clothes, and none of them end with their wearer better off for it. [Just ignore it, basically. This piece of furniture didn't have to call out so blatantly what delicate new ground they were still tiptoeing through. His hand parted the clothes once more, making sure there were no skeletons (literally) or other creatures waiting to jump out at them before he's ready to close it for good.

Nope. Just a regular wardrobe. ...Except his nails did catch on a crease against the back wall.]

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I can see what information can be found about this and it's contents. I'm sure someone somewhere has information about it.

[ There was a second option, but he would keep that to himself for the time being. Choosing to work at a skill not for his own immediate benefit didn't suit him to speak out loud. Lycaon knew a lot about him, but he still had a reputation to protect. Wolves can smell weakness, and he will not be known as soft-hearted in top of fluffy.

He did have a good chuckle when Lycaon parted the clothes to inspect the back. It was expected that he would check the security of the object. Who knew if there were camera's or other nefarious things outside its other strange abilities. His eyes followed when his claw caught, Hugo crossing his arms and watching on. Was it really so cheaply made as to have a crease? Who ever left this here insulted them. At least have the decency to make it not seem like it came from Ikea.

Quarreling with the implied cheap magic of an unknown force occupied his mind for quite a few moments before he realized he should obviously speak.]

Did you find something? A false back? Narnia?

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It would be appreciated. As convenient as it is to not worry about finding clothes that benefit wolfmen, I cannot be sure if there is a catch.

[He'd just sum it up to Hugo's natural curiosity. The man loved puzzles, and even more so changing them once he'd cracked the code. He can see the appeal. And magic was not Lycaon's own forte.

Alright Hugo, you can keep your secrets.

Lycaon was also about to comment on the supposed quality of this wardrobe--it can conjure up clothes down to the second regarding relationship status, and yet it cannot be anything more than plywood? He seems just as frustrated at this concept as Hugo before his nails pull that crease.

It's hinged. It's a door. It's...

A portal to just outside any of the stable gates of Kaisou, rotating through them as if it were a level select.]

Hugo. [What did they just FIND.]

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[ Someone had a sense of humor. Or it really was Narnia.

Reaching into his pocket, Hugo pulls out a small round metal disk and chucks it into the portal with two fingers, while his other hand reached for his phone. It takes a bit of tapping around and drawing up a map before he got to what he was looking for. Apple AirTags were great for this sort of thing. ]

It leads to somewhere with the city limits. The signal isn't great, but it does still exist somewhere.

[ What a bizarre read of the information given, but that's what happens when you throw tech through a clearly magical portal and hope for the best. He spends a few more moments staring at the screen and then turning it off. He'll set to retrieving that airtag later. ]

What say you, Lycaon? It's your illustrious gift.

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[Lycaon watches Hugo with an almost wide eyed curiosity. While you could say he was mostly tech literate, the rapid growth of it in the last few years far outpaced him. His eye follows the Airtag as it goes through the portal, leaning his head over Hugo's shoulder to get a better look. GPS?

Interesting. So it was a pathway to a place within city limits.]

Teleportation. [Just a soft confirmation.] I'll do some research into any Zodiac knowledge of it, just to see if there's any mention of household items with this ability. It's not likely, but Zodiac is eclectic.

[But that's for later. When asked his opinion, his brain muddled over the last 72 hours or so. His leg had been damaged, he'd been wounded by various animals, his fur got dirty, he'd all but confessed to Hugo, and now there's a possibly both enchanted/haunted closet. What says him?

He shuts that portal door with a snap. Until later.]

I would like to pick up where we left off, if you don't mind.

[Not shelving this in the least, but he wants nothing more than memorizing the overly fragrant shampoo in Hugo's hair.]

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[ It wasn't a portal to somewhere dangerous, and really that's all Hugo cared about. With that mystery partially solved, he slips the phone back in the pocket it formerly sat. Ah, so Lycaon had access to Zodiac. That would come in handy in the future. He still was not impressed with how they pulled him onto that app. ]

Lia is with The Black Order, so I can also ask her if we'd like to know what they might know.

[ Usually he wouldn't reveal one of his information sources, but given he already expects Lycaon to find out who this 'Lia' is, given this was the second time he's said her name, he figured it was fun to drop hints. Besides. He was sure Lycaon had his own Black Order contacts after the last ordeal.

With the choice laid down, Hugo was all too eager to put the wardrobe behind him, literally and figuratively, and go back to undressing. The shirt started to slide down his shoulders and biceps as he made his way back to the bed, catching it and his tie in the bed of his arm before it got far.]

Did anything else odd show up or happen? I do find it amusing that whatever Force That Is gave you a whole wardrobe, and yet I was threatened with a mysteriously appearing roll of duct tape.

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[A rather small connection, but Percy was a force in his own right. He's wrestled complete engineering oversight of his legs after the first prototypes. He may not trust Zodiac themselves, but Percy, Rika, and their colleagues were different. His ears flick again at Lia's name, which all the more curious about his connection to this girl. Investigation on his own time, though a part of him thinks the man dropped those bread crumbs on purpose.

At the very least, he should thank her for being there for Hugo.]

Likewise, I'll contact Jacopo. You remember him, yes? That fledgling info broker from when we were young. He contacted me a few years back asking for work and I've kept him busy since. He was quite devastated to hear Mockingbird had split up.

[Bro's been using him as 4-6 hour Amazon Prime is what he's been doing.

Lycaon's eye keeps on Hugo as he makes his way to the bed, folding up the shirt he'd cast aside and went to remove his gloves. More casual ones than his gauntlets, but still properly aligned his hands. There's something very ethereal about the way Hugo moves. It's hard not to watch.

Though he will give a rather undignified snicker at Hugo's gift. Don't reach for the low hanging fruit, Lycaon. Don't do it. Be the bigger wolf.]

F-F..For your mouth, I assume.

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[ Hugo's brows raise, nodding slowly. It had been some time since he heard that name, and it only slightly surprised him that Lycaon opened that line of communication with someone from their past. If he had his doubts about Lycaon truly wanting anything to do with it, they had been lessened by that admittance. Sometimes he forgets that Mockingbird was a thing that mattered to anyone but him. They didn't do it for the fame, after all. ]

That's a surprise. You almost sound like a real criminal talking like that.

[ Instead of the upstanding good boy the network seems to think of him as.

Hugo was in the middle of unbuttoning his cuffs and pulling the shirt fully off to lay down haphazardly in a way that was sure to bother Lycaon's need for order, when he fully froze. Slowly, the blond's head turned, mismatched eyes setting on the wolf as his ears catch that quip all too well.

His mouth? His mouth? ]

Did you know that some vampires have a bite that makes you feel pure sexual bliss when they feed from you?

[ Despite the seductive purr of his voice, Lycaon would be aware Hugo was definitely not one of those vampires. That wasn't the point. He has to defend his mouth! ]

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[It'd been done on purpose, in some respects. Sure, he was quite loyal to his coworkers at the Vogue, and mostly kept his outward appearance squeaky clean, but some tasks that needed to be done sure couldn't go through entirely legal avenues. Some information wasn't on the lips of the average law-abiding citizen. He was no stranger to Undertown's wares, or the whisperings of the kitsune that lurked about.

Efficiency. It was simply all in a day's work at being a bartender.]

Did it now? How embarrassing...pay it no mind. I must've misspoken. [He did not.]

[His smile only widens, tail betraying the calm and collected face he's putting on with its methodical wagging. He WILL, however, go and fold that shirt. Hugo can you please not leave things so--]

I've heard of them...Vampires are truly fascinating in how they can turn the tables on larger prey.

[A bit humorous that Hugo wasn't one of the aforementioned vampires, and yet he could probably achieve the same result without any bite-induced toxins. At least...on him.]

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I agree. Many love the sexual nature of the neck. What could be better than the brush of the lips and the piercing of teeth into such a visible body part. The robbing of innocence and mark of one's descent into sin.

[ Next was the jewelry. There wasn't much today, just a ring and a bracelet besides his gloves. One by one they were removed and taken held off to the side. His earrings cane after, tilting his head to reach up and unclasp them one by one. Into the pile with all the others they went. ]

That sort of classic romanticism doesn't suit us. Far more my father's age of influence. There are so many better places for that sort of thing.

For instance, the inner thigh. It has many perks. It's out of sight, there's a major vein that runs through the thigh, and still in a place the receiver can see and touch.

[ There was a pause, Hugo taking the wing clasp from his hair and placing it with the pile. ]

Well, that's what I often hear. I don't make it a habit of biting others. They're always strange about vampires.

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[Despite the attention he's seemingly giving his gloves, his ears are completely swiveled in Hugo's direction, eyes cast to the floor as he pulls one of the gloves off to set on the nightstand. The now free hand goes to his lips in thought, imagining the scenario for a moment.]

Unconventional, but I am intrigued by the idea. [Understatement.] I've preferred the neck myself, but for us..the mark is the point.

[As if to show what he means, he goes to walk behind Hugo, a single nail lifting up that long hair to trace a circle at its base. Hugo's hair was so thin, silky and smooth and a golden colour that could rival the sun. When they were younger the man kept it so short, the same length as him. But now...the man was nothing short of 'beautiful'. He'd probably hate that term.

His nail traces that circle before he moves to the front, letting that hair glide through his fingers.]

The idea of blood loss may be a detractor, but there's always the fear what they don't understand. [A pause.] A few have expressed interest in me, but I do not think they realize the den they walk into. They tend to like the idea of a wolfman, but cower when the details are brought to light. So I warn them, and wish them luck.

[The allure of removing the restraints of the beast, but not realize the aftermath.]

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[ For a short time, he had forgotten what 'the mark' was. He didn't make it a habit of running into wolves in his like of work, although it did happen here and there, but their love lives were never part of it. Feeling the drag of that nail across his skin sent a shiver down his spine.

Right. That mark.

Hugo listens. He wouldn't miss a single word after that teasing touch at the base of his neck. Taking a slow breath, his mind drifts to a memory of a time long past and a book he remembered Vivian reading. What a time to remember that suspicious thing, yet he couldn't help but wonder if such a bonding ritual happened in it. Was it really him and Lighter, or was it Lycaon? He didn't have enough memory of the book itself. Perhaps it was for the best. The last thing he needed was that infernal thing resurfacing. ]

Then, we should keep it traditional for the both of us. [ He said softly, looking down at the drag of the nail. ]

Something grounding. And Real. Marks so close to one another in placing, you'd think it was meant to be.

[ Oh, but he must smile afterward, eyes glittering in the light. ]

A few? I think you've managed to seduce half the city already. I've known demons who can't even work that fast.

[paraselenic]

[Something grounding and real. Lycaon wonders just how blurred the line of fantasy and reality became for Hugo in those years apart. He's not naive enough to think the man didn't find his own coping methods, especially now that he the truth behind Mockingbird's clipped wings came to light between them. Did the man think of him at any point during those times? What a selfish thought...

No matter the answer, he would just have to outpace those memories. Easy enough.]

You could use a bit of a reality check, in my personal opinion.

[That finger that traced his neck moves up to Hugo's chin. It's so cliche--this is absolutely an introverted girl's fantasy story playing out before them. The tip of his nail catches underneath it to tip it up ever so slightly. But this sort of blatant, almost cringey honesty is just what a man like Hugo needs. More indulgently, he also wants to see that smile get wiped off his face.]

Stars in the night are no match for the moon.

[Their face shapes were not 1:1 when it came to something like this, but Lycaon was no stranger to it, either. Angling his head to account for his longer snout, he cranes his neck down to press his lips against Hugo's. Elf lips were soft--softer than he prepared himself for. He wasn't sure what to expect--the usual comparison for something like this is fireworks, yes?

He tastes citrus. ..Well, that's somewhat endearing in its own way.

It doesn't last long, and yet it feels like he held his breath for hours when he finally pulls back, fangs catching on Hugo's bottom lip as his head raises up again. His throat clears a little awkwardly, trying to hide his smile.]

I-I digress, you're exaggerating. I have no natural skill in seduction.

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[ There were a few moments where he wanted to ask if Lycaon was trying to start a fight. A reality check? Really? They had gotten along for a precious few hours, and how Lycaon was trying to pull the rug, as they say? For those few moments, he wondered if Lycaon had neighbors. If they had a fight right here, and how would they get the cops called on them? He'd like to avoid handcuffs in his first month.

It was the finger under his chin that stopped him from proceeding with that barely thought out plan. His eyes instead went up to Lycaon, tipping his chin up as the press suggested. He knew the scenarios in novels. The edges of his memory remembered Vivian delighting in salacious tales of boys in love, where the large, stoic man exercised his masculine desires over the shy, smaller one.

... That wasn't what was happening, but he was silenced, so it works the same way.

Oh. He's being ... romantic? Lycaon was being romantic.

The breath did not come until they were touching lips. Hugo wondered far more often than he would have ever admitted what it would have been like to have even small affections like this. The awkwardness of their shapes and the difference in their lips didn't matter when the act alone made some of the tension in his shoulders vanish. It felt like being melted and left vulnerable. A terrifying thrill, all with a simple, sweet kiss.

The fang pulling at his lips gave him the desire for an entirely different 'thrill', but he would push that aside to give Lycaon a sultry smile, licking at his lip. ]

I'm not exaggerating. I've seen your correspondence. If they don't want to date you, they want to adopt you.

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[Enjoy peace while it lasts, Hugo. I'm sure there's something you two will pointlessly argue about that'll cause thrown frying pans and worried neighbors.

The kiss went over better than he expected. He had to admit it's new territory for him to initiate such things. Sure, he'd seen them in movies and PDA was rampant in a bar setting, but you may be shocked to find out Lycaon wasn't exactly on the dating scene give or take a one off here or there. His comments about people's tastes often ended at just 'tastes'.

At any rate, Hugo seemed to like it. If anything, that face meant he took it in stride. There's a little twitch of his own lips in return.

With his gloves completely removed, he sits back down on the bed, elbows resting on his thighs. His ears twitch, face turning away for a moment. Is he...flustered at the idea that he may be considered 'a catch'?]

Now I know you're making fun of me.

I won't deny that my...appearance has some affect on people. [He's seen Zulius watching his tail at work, the unmistakable urge to hug it.] It's in their nature to gravitate towards..softness.

...Is that why you were so cagey back then? [At the Korean Barbecue?]

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[ With Lycaon seated, Hugo could cross his arms and remain standing, taking in the other's reaction to what he said. Embarrassment; well, that should be expected. Thinking Lycaon would do more than focus on what Hugo could only imagine are 'happy little butterflies' when someone is appreciative of his work would be laughable. Or maybe it was easier to notice these things when you are watching from the shadows. ]

You think it's your fur? Lycaon, please—

[ The second part stops him, Hugo blinking slowly as he tried to think back on what Lycaon was getting at. He was cagey ]

Remind me. When was I 'cagey' during that conversation?

[ He could feel the presence of his other, like the sting of ice on the back of his neck. Thanatos was not as chatty as some others, he would imagine. Whenever he felt that prickle, Hugo would turn his head to the side, as if listening to someone standing next to him. Then, without a word, look forward again.

When he did it this time, it was followed with a scoff and his gaze settling on Lycaon once more. ]

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[Lycaon's breath pauses in that moment. He wondered briefly if this would start another argument, and considered backing away from it. After some thought, he came to one conclusion: Running from Hugo was the start of this whole thing. He just had to be honest, and think carefully about how to go about it.

A tall order when the man was so much better with words than he was. His eye looks to the side, a bit embarrassed, but in a much different way than Hugo's compliments about his alleged seductive behavior.]

When you asked about my courting habits, I had thought you were trying to antagonize me about it. That you found some weakness of mine to expose. When I elaborated, about the moon, your face changed, like you had accepted a fate worse than death. Was it because you thought you couldn't have me?

In hindsight, it was quite cruel of me to call you what I did with those thoughts in your mind. You'd already won the contest and yet you thought you weren't in the running.

[Hugo's side glance doesn't go unnoticed. As if his attention wandered to someone else for a split second. He'd almost forgotten about Thanatos. Sure, he'd believed Hugo, as outlandish as it seemed, but it was still something he had to reconcile. Lycaon didn't put too much stock in the belief of gods until now. He supposes he'll have to get used to that little party member.]

...Does Thanatos have something to share?

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He thinks I was being cagey the entire time.

[ Hugo waves his fingers as if he could shoo away a being living in side his body. Fat chance for that. ]

He's mistaken. Thanatos simply lacks the experience of what is it like when we are around one another.

[ It was kind of strange to think about it. He had been carrying this thing that felt like a burning lump of ice in his chest for so long, that he had forgotten that it and Lycaon hadn't existed together in his life until now.

The reminder of what part Lycaon meant got him tipping his head up. Right, that part. His arms slide loose, resting on his hips instead as he thought about how to answer this. Now that he was reminded, he remembers what thoughts plagued him that day. ]

I very rarely feel such things as 'jealousy'. If someone thinks they can handle you better, be my guest. [ One of his hands lift in a wave. ]

I was ...frustrated. At myself. It had sounded to me that once we parted, you were able to find a life that was suitable to you. A job. A family with someone you loved. Friends and people who wished you well.

On the other hand, I had nothing to show. Much of that time wasn't even spent being 'Mockingbird'. No accomplishments or connections to show for the time. Barely any skills you wouldn't have already seen. The last thing that I expected was for you to both mock me and also declare something so boldly.

[ It wasn't entirely as bleak as he made it sound, but it had always been difficult for him to see the light when he dwelled in the abyss. Neither Lia nor Mollymauk were so insignificant to him. Yet even so, he knew he held them both at such a distance that he wouldn't lie about things he had been too fearful to nurture. ]

So no. To both of you. I wasn't 'cagey'.

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[The smile that graces Lycaon's lips should be illegal. It's rare he lets himself move his lips into anything but a small smirk. But here...oh his eye's glittering too.]

You were. I doubt we will be allowed back there.

[And since he's being honest--]

A shame. I would've been happy if you were jealous. Had it been you, I would've never accepted they could do as good a job as I could, no matter how graceful I could make it sound.

[Dogs should really not be so honest.]

For what it's worth, I think Hugo Vlad, and Mockingbird, are outstanding things to be.

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[ He should have honestly expected that Lycaon was going to say something like this. It was so very like him. ]

I've seen what you're like when you aren't trying so hard to be the perfectly put together Good Boy. I accept every annoying part of you, even the parts I hate. I don't need to be jealous. They'd return you.

[ Honestly, he's more sure it's the micromanaging clean freak part that would be the dealbreaker for others, but he digresses. ]

You used to be one of those.

[ He would make no difference to dwell on that after everything. His attention went down to Lycaon's legs and the state of the broken one. ]

... Has it been difficult? Living on your own and dealing with this?