forum One on One Thing? (Closed)

Started June 26, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Leon nudged Thatcher's arm as they walked. "Shut up," He muttered, looking away to try and hide his face

“Come on, I’m serious,” Thatcher pressed. “There’s no reason that you could feel embarrassed to want to hide yourself from me.”

"I'm just not used to stuff like this," Leon explained. "Like I've said before, I've never been in an relationship, since I've never had the time to get close to someone."

“I understand.. If you truly want me to stop, I will,” Thatcher told Leon. He gave Leon’s hip another small squeeze as they walked.

Leon quickly glanced at Thatcher. "Nonono, it's fine, Thatcher, it really is, I was just surprised," He replied quickly.

Thatcher arched a brow and nodded his head slowly in response. “If you’re sure,” he said slowly. He couldn’t blame Leon for not knowing about all of these things.

Leon went on his toes and pecked Thatcher's lips, a small smile on his lips. "I'm 100% sure," He said, smiling at him.

“Good,” Thatcher hummed, a faint smile on his lips at the kiss that Leon gave him. He began to smell something foul and they came across the fresh corpse of a large buck. “She’s close..”

"Okay then. Take the lead, Thatcher," Leon said, bowing slightly. He glanced at the large buck and quickly looked away, looking at everything but the buck.

Thatcher arched a brow at the bow that Leon gave him. He followed a trail of dark blood until he heard the sound of something being ripped apart. He motioned for Leon to stop, wanting to be safe, just in case.

Leon quickly stopped walking and looked around to find the source of the noise.

(We need some drama to happen. What if while Thatcher goes to get Nike, who is a little bit away but not in sight, Leon gets grabbed and taken or something?)

“I’ll be right back, stay there,” Thatcher told Leon. He walked through the brush and out of sight. He picked his way through the dense woods, still following the sounds.

(sure and srry about that, school is killing me)

"I won't be going anywhere," Leon replied, a small smile on his face. After Thatcher left, a hooded man quickly wrapped an arm around Leon's waist and covered his nose and mouth with a rag which was filled with chloroform. A few seconds later, Leon passed out in the man's arms, the man picked up Leon and quickly ran away before Thatcher came back.

(I tried)

(Its all good, and it looks good)

A minute or so later, Thatcher headed back over to where he had left Leon. He frowned a bit though, as he didn’t see Leon there. He was positive that Leon had been right here. “Leon?” He called, Nike standing next to him, beginning to softly growl.

(Thx!)

The only trace of Leon that was left was his phone and an unknown number was currently calling it. Every time the call ended, the same voicemail was left and they called again.

Thatcher picked up the phone and looked at the voicemail. He held the phone up to his ear, playing one of the messages.

"Answer my calls, you idiot! I was so fucking worried about you! Where are you right now? Call me the moment you're free!" A voice yelled very loudly through the phone. It was his friend instead of someone that had kidnapped Leon.

(Oh, sorry! I had sent a response before and I guess it didn’t go through beach wot application errors)

Thatcher decided that he could call the number back. He did so as held the phone up to his ear. “Who is this?” He asked.

(It's fine)

"Wait…….who the hell are you? and what the hell are you doing with Leon's phone? Did you kidnap him or something?" The voice said again, suddenly getting worried.

“What?” Thatcher asked, frowning heavily. “No, I didn’t. I found this phone, and I am his… boyfriend. Who is this?” He asked again.

"I'm his friend, Zyra. Now who are you? and where is Leon?" She asked, her voice still sounding a bit worried.

“I already told you, I’m his boyfriend, Thatcher,” he said with a bit more confidence now. “And I don’t know where he is. I was searching for my hound. I came back and he was gone.”

"Sooooooo, you're a reaper? and what do you mean by 'he was gone'?" She asked, moving her hair out of her face.

“I am a reaper, and I mean exactly what I said. I left him for a moment, and now he’s gone,” Thatcher repeated, an impatient edge in his tone now. Why was he bothering to talk to this woman? He should be trying to find Leon.