“Been a minute… good to see this place isn’t in the pits of hell yet.”

"Feels like that kind of night." Looks around. "Is it time to call it a day yet?"

“Thanks, Ray. Sorry for the delay. Been one of those months.”

“About ready for the weekend, now.”

Nods. “Yeah, haven’t you met them?” Smirking. “They are the once who pick your music for them when you hit shuffle on your playlist.”

He was there… Not Embry… Well.. Yes Embry, but it was his warriors spirits flashing into focus in front of us. Ten seconds… we felt him… his heart… his mind working… his questioning gaze. She stepped forward before remembering he wasn’t ever met for her. We were meant to be here for a lesson. -

I didn’t have the heart to listen to what he sent until now. And the moment it began I knew I’d made the correct decision. The night had been spent running with Sam’s pack, and then seeing the sun rising on another frozen year beside my Da. Playing the clip over and over again I final crawled-

Shaking my head. Coughs. “Arsehole” Coughs. “Thanks arsehole. I needed loo roll too. Saves me a run to the market.”

Being a person of few words always paid off for me, until I wished I had those words that told people ‘some day… it will all go away. You’ll move on. You will be fine.’ But like I said. I wasn’t one for words. So, I held my head up high and nod it once. I wasn’t going to ask him to stay when he -

Makes a face at the really bad attempt of singing. “Please don’t give up your day job. 50 cent says he wants his song back!” Shaking my head.

@thesnappyhybrid.bsky.social “Don’t say I don’t know how to look out for the elderly.” Coughs. “Happy Birthday, Hairy. Here’s some supplies to help you come to terms with old age.” Smirks.

It all felt so broken… not him… me… the way I sat here, the way I spoke.. the walls holding me in, and him out. But it was a necessity. “Hmm…” he didn’t look me in the eye for a long time, and when he did it was broken too. The way his eyes used to make me feel.. it was broken too. -

“Sometimes the shuffle gods just know where to take your soul.”

Max McNown - Snowman - youtube.com/watch?v=IuIR...

“You know how ironic that is, right?” I asked still keeping myself still, not touching my glass. Until I couldn’t any more, and without thinking my hand shot out to be placed flat over the top of his glass stopping him from refilling it. My eyes were locked on him. Not saying anything. Just -

Nodding my head once, I could believe it. Of course his mind would go to those who were his family, his bloody. Setting my glass down, I crossed my arms on the bar top titling my head. I didn’t want to think too hard about our past conversations… too many emotions I was suppressing were -

Biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself to saying the words what felt so natural once to share with him. But I no longer had the right to say them. So, all I could do was sit here and watch. To sip on my bourbon and witness whatever this was in the moment. -

Watching him for a bet too long, I kept my place. My mind was clear of everything, and the rest locked down so tight that I should feel claustrophobic. Taking a deep breath, stepping up to the customer side of my bar, lifting my leg over the closest stool to sit down, finally lifting my glass. -

The lips we just about to curl up into that soft smile I once shared with him, until I locked it back where it belongs. Dropping my eyes for a blink before glanced back up, watching him walking around the bar top. Raising my eyebrow in that perfect arch, I just shook my head. “Keep it up, -

“Show me a warrior who would get caught out without a drink and food, and I’ll show you a unicorn.” Nodding my head towards the bar. “You know where the booze is. Food…” shaking my head. “The bbq and food truck at the car wash was a one off.”

Cirino Leandros, vampire since 1797~ but much more. *Inside the Darkness there is a Heart.* My mate and husband @rocknblood.bsky.social 💍September 5th, 2020. #MDNI, #SS, TW CW Vampire OC ©️ #TwoBats🦇 🦇

Rolling my eyes. “Yeah. I know. It’s not my style. Not when if comes to toilet habits.” Raising my eyebrow at the way he chose to mirror my stance. “Hmm… didn’t say it didn’t. Just…” shrugging. “It is something to consider.”

“I’m sure I said don’t answer. I don’t need to know.” Tilting my head to the side, pushing my hands into the pockets of my jacket. “Hmm… it’s something.. not sure if you can class it as a win. Depends on their take away from the lessons.”

“Didn’t last long? How much toilet paper do you us—“ shaking my head “you know what. I don’t need to know.” Rubbing the side of my brow, and shaking my head. “Seems like a…” I questioned. “What now the cat got your tongue?

“Using big words again, Call.” Rising my eye brow in that perfect arch. “Sometimes things.. words lock in place, and other times it’s the action that accompanied those words that do. So who knows which one I retained.”

“You given them too much credit. It’s not wisdom when it’s a fluke. As for the other stuff. Don’t know what you mean.”

“Hmm… So, I’ve been told.”

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