Alaric rubbed his face tiredly, "No, no, that's not what I mean." He clenched his jaw and tried to find the right words,
"You're so– you. You're so much more different than me, and I don't know how you put up with me." He inhaled deeply and only stole glances at him. "My mind," Alaric touched his temple, "Doesn't see in colour– God, what am I saying?"
Skye tilted his head curiously, paddling back over to the other, "I'm.. I'm not sure what you mean…" he said, "And like I said, I like you, a lot…"
Alaric really wished Skye would stop saying things like that, it made things harder. He just sighed,
"You need to get your feelings straight, man." Alaric realized with words like "feelings" and "straight" in a sentence, this was going to be very confusing. He really needed to get his feelings straight.
Skye blinked, confused, I've always known I wasn't straight… but that can't be what he meant..
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
"I'm just tired," Alaric nodded with heavy eyes, "I should get home before dad notices I'm gone." He looked down and started wading back onto the shore.
Skye followed him, more confused than ever. "I.. should probably do the same.." he said, wading out and wringing out his bottoms, the sun glistening on his wet skin.
Alaric could not get his hair out of his face, no matter how hard he tried, the blond locks kept swinging in loose curls. He threw his sweatshirt on and slipped into his shoes. After a moment of silence, he said, "Hey, thanks for being there: when I fell."
"No problem" said Skye, "Listen… if you ever find yourself in trouble.. all you have to do is call…. I-I'll come… if I can.."
Alaric nodded, beginning to walk back onto the street. "I am trouble." He laughed, "But, thanks anyway. I should get going now."
Skye nodded, "Do you want me to portal us back part of the way?" he asked, "It's a long way back.."
He thought about it for a moment, "Yeah, that'd be good." Alaric dug his nails into his cold palms, "Let's go."
Skye nodded summoning that swirl of violet. Leading Alaric into an alley he summoned the portal. "That should take you fairly deep into your territory." he said, giving the other a smile.
"Dad's territory." He corrected, "The only territory I have is a stool at the diner." Alaric turned back to Skye and nodded his farewell, before stepping into the portal. He stepped out onto a familiar street corner and resisted to bang his head against the wall. Alaric lit a cigarette instead.
(what do you think should happen next?)
Skye sighed, reconfiguring the portal, stepping through and dropping onto his roof. Lying back he sighed again, pondering the subject of ho he felt towards that other boy. To be quite honest it was confusing.
With cold hands and wet hair, Rick entered his house expecting chaos but was met with silence. He isn't home.
He walked up the creaky stairs, absentmindedly leaving a trail of ash and smoke behind him. Alaric collapsed onto his bed and was too tired to figure out the days' events. He settled for some sleep.
Skye yawned, staying out on the roof until nightfall. Suddenly he stiffened and went inside against his will. Great… he thought, heading out the front door and breaking into a run, warping to an abandoned warehouse where his dad was standing over a man. The man sneered at the sight of Skye. "That's your guard dog?!"
A few hours later, and it was night, and he had not-so-conveniently woken up. The cigarette had burned itself out, though Alaric thought nothing of that. There was an abrupt slam of a door, and his mind clicked back into survival mode. He heard the sounds of slow and heavy footsteps walking on the first level, and with the creaking of floorboards, he knew it was his father.
"Alaric!" He hollered up the stairs, Oh God. He thought, he had nowhere to run.
Alarez snapped his fingers, and Skye sighed, shifting back to wolf form, causing the other man to freak. Soon he was using his telepathic abilities to sense lies, while digging his fangs into the man, trying not to gag at the taste of blood.
Alaric had to think fast, what could he do right now?
"Alaric, I know you're here! I know it! Don't make me come up there!" The voice was getting closer. His dad knew about the cigarettes. Rick jumped to his feet just in time as his dad reached the end of the steps. He ran and shouldered his door, trying to close it. The pounding of fists against the door and angry yells of his father surrounded him.
Skye sighed in relief when Alarez finished using him as a torture weapon. One last look back, as he shifted to human form his jaw and hands covered in blood, before he ran. He ran fast crying, knowing that man was as good as dead. I hate this!! he thought, heading for the fountain, wanting to wash the stickyness off his hands, the taste out of his mouth.
(All rick has to do is think Skye's name… he'll come runnin like he promised..)
With his shoes rubbing against the carpet for traction, Alaric kept trying to shove the door closed. His father was the strongest man he knew, but he was just grateful that he didn't have his bat with him. Billy wouldn't leave, and the pounding only got louder. He didn't know how much more of this he could take, but that was soon known to him when his father kicked the door with all he had. It sprung open, and Alaric was already on the ground. All he had to do now was stall him, and he might cool down a little.
(oh yeah one min)
Skye ran faster and faster through the streets, the only thing that could make this worse was being stopped by a cop and having to explain the blood. Finally he made it to the fountain, but he mentally kicked himself when he saw it, just now remembering that it had been drained for cleaning and repair.