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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 9:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 11:36 pm
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"Yes." Here Jeremiah looked away while his hand ended up curling around Aleksy's foot without thought, a thumb pressed to the ball of it lightly. "He went missing after the Blackfriars incident. I came to talk to him but found the house empty, Laika fretting, and the bathroom mirror broken. There was blood." He had been worried; scared on some level.
"I found him later, back home, but the mirrors were all covered. He had just recently gotten back. He said he died in there, so I curled my fingers around his wrist," for those he cared about it was a habit to check their pulse; to assure himself they were alive and real, "but found no pulse. There wasn't one until he inadvertently fed on me and that's when we realized just how changed he was.
"It's part of why he didn't want to be touched or touch." It had made his chest ache. It still did. "He did not want to hurt people he cared about." Aleksy had been working on it, learning himself all over again. "Even if we were willing." Jeremiah looked back at Aleksy, something in his eyes as he looked him over. "So, yes, we were close but that was when things started to change and I lost things like this." His thumb pressed again to the ball of Aleksy's foot as if to illustrate that Jeremiah was tactile with those he was truly close with.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2017 10:12 pm
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"Another different detail." Aleksy, the Aleksy he had known, had spoken English well. (Okay, it wasn't perfect but then again this Jeremiah, not the one that was gone, spoke Russian far, far better. Maybe it was a trade off.) His eyes widened, were even brighter for a moment, as the feeling of happiness hit. It made him suck in a breath and shake his head.
That he felt it was not so surprising but that Aleksy triggered it was. Finding himself dealing with outside emotions was familiar territory.
"That-" he started, letting out the breath. "That's very different." His hand fell back to Aleksy's sock covered foot. "I did not know you could do that." Then again, this was an Aleksy who was seemingly comfortable with what had become of him.
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