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Why the moon roars The man after my life.
BAEKALIS’ POVI nipped at my bottom lip, wetting the plump flesh with my tongue. I shuffled on the bed, trying to get a better position so I could fall asleep. The room was getting hot, or maybe it was actually all in my head. The blanket was heavy, and it did its work of making sure the people underneath it — Cyrus and I — were warm. But in this case, it seemed the blanket was doing a too good of a job, because I could swear I was dying. It was too hot, and the blanket was making it worse. The weight of Cyrus’ leg swung over the lower half of my body underneath the covers wasn't even making anything better. I was too aware of everything, too awake, and my body was itching to get up and do something but I was just so tired abs spent. I knew that if I got up, I'd make things worse for myself because I was feeling sore all over. Fuck my life. “Are you sure you're comfortable?” Cyrus whispered, his mouth so close to my ear that he was practically breathing into it. He exhaled softly
Why the moon roars Fold
BAEKALIS’ POVI groaned, stretching my leg at an awkward angle as my back arched off the bed. It was weird, and uncomfortable, and I was more than sure that I looked like a possessed cat manifesting their demonic qualities, but it was able to soothe the sting in my lower back and arms and that was enough for me. I turned my head to find already staring at me, his gaze heavy and judgmental. He gave me a once over, his eyebrows furrowing as he most likely wondered how he ended up with me. “What?” I asked when he stared too long. I had no problem with his staring, but asking him questions when he did usually stare made him flustered and he looked cute when he was flustered. “What the fu-” Cyrus cut himself off, struggling for words as he blinked. He swallowed, probably coming to the decision that what he just witnessed could not be explained. He stood up from the bed, leaning down to start picking up our stray clothes littered all over the floor. “You're weird.”I barked out a laugh, m
Why the moon roars The advent of love?
BAEKALIS’ POVI really had to start fixing old habits. For example: leaving my window open before bed. Growing up on a farm, I hardly had any problem with leaving my window open at night. The worst that could happen was a chicken somehow got into my room, and that wouldn't even be a problem. It wasn't like anyone wanted to rob a farm anyway. However, I was once again reminded just how far away I was from the home I grew up in when I accidentally left my room window open last night. Thankfully, nothing too outrageous happened, other than the fact that a snake had crawled in and I found it hiding underneath the pile of me and Cyrus’ clothes. I'd gotten a really long lecture from Cyrus, although that was a given since he was the one to kill the snake while I hid in my closet. But that was all in the past, at least I hoped it was. Shower time was sacred for Cyrus and I. It was the time we spent together the most — on my bed being an obvious exception of course — because immediately a
Why the moon roars Fight over love.
STEPHEN'S POV“We need to talk, Cyrus,” I forced out, trying to keep my voice even. I had finally decided to talk to Cyrus about the whole Baekalis thing; I was tired of being a mere background character in my own life. It was tiring, to be everyone's second choice all the time, and I wasn't sure how much more I had to endure being Cyrus’ shadow. Cyrus moved from where he was situated behind the table, coming to stop in front of the desk as he rested on the table, not really sitting on it, but not standing either. I shamelessly traced his every movement, more than aware of how this conversation would end if I wasn't careful. “You want to talk? Okay,” Cyrus scoffed. His tone was nonchalant as he rolled his neck around. It was an action that I knew all too well. It had been directed at me enough times to know what it meant: Watch your words, because I won't hesitate to get my hands bloody today. It terrified me, as it always did anytime Cyrus and I fought, but maybe I had to grow so
Why the moon roars Better than sorry.
STEPHEN'S POV The first thing I was able to recognize was the dull scent of caramel vaguely present in the room. The next thing that hit was the bright light bulbs on a mission to permanently blind even through my eyelids. The last thing to register was the dull ache in my jaw and my nose. I tried to move my mouth just a bit, feeling the stitches on my face move a bit with the action. Finally, I let my eyes flutter open, immediately regretting the action as the light met with my eyeballs head on, this time without the saving grace of my eyelids. I squinted, anything to shield my sight from the torture as I tried to find a comfortable position from where I was seemingly laid down. My back hurt. Really badly. Eventually, I somehow found a way to sit up, the action making every single bruise and cut in my body alert and hyper aware. My eyes lingered on my left hand, my gaze trailing up to see the blood bag the drip thing was connected to. I looked up to see a mirror situated on the d
Why the moon roars No mask.
CLYDE'S POV With a sigh — God, I've been sighing a lot lately — I stopped in front of Baekalis’ room. From what I knew, and from firsthand experience from the one time I went looking for him, Cyrus hadn't slept in his room for a while, and instead kept Miss Baekalis company in her room instead. They usually spent their nights together, and apparently, Cyrus even spent his rut with her. It made me wonder if he was going to get remarried or if this was a fling. Huh… One problem at a time I suppose. I took in one last deep breath just for good measure, exhaling exasperatedly as I gripped the door knob and twisted, pushing the door open so I could enter. It was better late than sorry, I guess. I opened the door to the sight of Cyrus with his shirt half raised, and his mask zipped down, one of his hands holding said mask in a tight grip and pressing into a swollen area on his face, while the other was resting on the side of his torso where another bruise was quickly forming. Ah, so
Why the moon roars Lavender and honey…
STEPHEN'S POV Wallowing in self pity was harder than I thought, and it only took me trying it to wonder how Cyrus did it all the time before Baekalis. Clyde hadn't come back to visit, and admittedly, some part of me was worried about what happened. It wasn't like him to bring someone to the health building and just abandon them. I knew Clyde well enough to know that he went to see Cyrus — be it to talk to him or to scold him for beating me up like this. It wasn't like he did it unjustly or I didn't deserve it afterall, I knew what I was getting into when I walked into his office talking shit like that. The only luck I had was that neither of us had remembered to lock the door, so it was just shut close. I sighed, sipping from the glass of water that the pack doctor had placed on the bedside drawer when I was still asleep. The water eased down my throat, a cool filling blossoming in my chest as it passed by. It was soothing, and it refreshed me just right. Soon enough, the glass wa
Why the moon roars The subtle act of not giving a fuck.
STEPHEN'S POV I let my body soak in the water for a while, pushing my claws out of my cuticles and letting them flick the water before redrawing them, only to repeat the whole process all over again. I did it multiple times, even trying to carry as much water as I could in my hands before eventually they spilled over the edges and returned back to the tub to meet the rest of it. Usually, I wasn't the kind of person to take long showers, or spend more than five minutes in a bath, but I supposed the stress of everything that had been weighing me down finally crashed on me. I was somewhat thankful though, because I didn't have a break down in the middle of doing something important, like maybe when we would finally decide to get rid of Nightshade. Still, the reality of the situation was that if Cyrus and I continued the way we were headed, without communication, then the whole handling Nightshade mission might as well be cancelled. Of course, it would most probably all work out if we
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