- Messages
- 269
- OOC First Name
- Jess S
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Seeing Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- (Erik)
- Wand
- Eleven inch springy Alder with vampire blood core
- Age
- 3/10/2010 (51)
Lou had been having a rough time since the fallout with Erik. He'd tried to throw himself into his work, often forgetting to eat, and he barely slept. His chest felt like it had been ripped open, and the thought that his heart had been ripped out like the baby alien bursting from people's chests like in that old movie series he had watched with Erik only made the cavity in his chest ache worse.
He had been out in the fields most of the day, eventually winding up near a patch of trees at the edge of the field. The sun had started to set, and he slumped down against the wood. It felt cool against his flushed skin. The long days and even longer nights had been wearing on him. He leaned his head back against the tree, shutting his eyes. His mind drifted again to Erik. His soft, luscious midnight curls, his vibrant, sparkling blue eyes. He could almost hear Erik's laugh, see the way his lips curled when he was amused, felt the touch of Erik's hand in his own and the warmth of Erik in his arms. Erik had always fit so perfectly in Lou's arms. The tears came unbidden, but Lou had grown used to them. He was in love with Erik Drage. Maybe he always had been.
Lou sighed, bringing a hand up and massaging his fingers against his chest almost as if he was attempting to ease the pain. He'd ignored every attempt at contact from Erik. Lou knew what he had seen. Whatever Erik said, he had been in another mans lap, and Lou knew in his gut if he hadn't interrupted that they would have slept together. The thought twisted his stomach. If Lou had eaten anything, he would have thrown up. He had given Erik everything. His heart, his love. He had thought they had a future. That they were going to be together always. Lou bit his lip. Merlin, he really was a fool. And yet, Lou knew already that if he ever gave in, if he saw Erik, heard his voice, he would crumble and take him back.
Lou slowly faded away. He didn't mean to, really, but when he opened his eyes again, the morning light was filtering through the leaves of the trees.
He had been out in the fields most of the day, eventually winding up near a patch of trees at the edge of the field. The sun had started to set, and he slumped down against the wood. It felt cool against his flushed skin. The long days and even longer nights had been wearing on him. He leaned his head back against the tree, shutting his eyes. His mind drifted again to Erik. His soft, luscious midnight curls, his vibrant, sparkling blue eyes. He could almost hear Erik's laugh, see the way his lips curled when he was amused, felt the touch of Erik's hand in his own and the warmth of Erik in his arms. Erik had always fit so perfectly in Lou's arms. The tears came unbidden, but Lou had grown used to them. He was in love with Erik Drage. Maybe he always had been.
Lou sighed, bringing a hand up and massaging his fingers against his chest almost as if he was attempting to ease the pain. He'd ignored every attempt at contact from Erik. Lou knew what he had seen. Whatever Erik said, he had been in another mans lap, and Lou knew in his gut if he hadn't interrupted that they would have slept together. The thought twisted his stomach. If Lou had eaten anything, he would have thrown up. He had given Erik everything. His heart, his love. He had thought they had a future. That they were going to be together always. Lou bit his lip. Merlin, he really was a fool. And yet, Lou knew already that if he ever gave in, if he saw Erik, heard his voice, he would crumble and take him back.
Lou slowly faded away. He didn't mean to, really, but when he opened his eyes again, the morning light was filtering through the leaves of the trees.