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Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need.
One night a week, Mayilia stays over with her grandparents and he comes home to an empty house at four AM.
Blood drops fall on the cement walkway leading to the gate, and his fingers smear the brass doorknob with stains he'll have to clean later as he admits himself into the dark, empty house. The shadows soak into wounds that can't be seen, injuries he once had the power to heal through a single touch or the warmth of a kiss.
Instead, he listens for the click of dog claws against tile, the soft pat of paw pads or the soft 'thud' of a feline body touching down as the animals come to greet him.
They bear silent witness as he leaves the lights out, slowly stripping off his ripped t-shirt as he limps to the bathroom. Around his feet, they sit faithfully and watch him clean the laceration on his chest, the bullet burn on his left palm, the swollen eye that will be miserably black when the sky lightens with the first touch of dawn.
They alone hear his grunts and screams of pain. Their body heat is all he has as he finally curls in on himself, huddled by the cool porcelain of the toilet while they try to warm his chilled spirit by warming his fevered flesh.
He has to remind himself, as he shivers, that he's fighting The Darkness alone now, and it knows it. He has to remind himself she's not in the other room...that she's not coming home.
Hardy climbs into his lap as he shuts his eyes and thinks of her, in spite of himself...the playful smile and the laughter that came the day she found the scrawny little kitten and plunked him down to sleep on the couch beside Tommy. He could still feel her at his side, slender fingers reaching out to rub the little furry ears...
Some of Hardeen's body heat reached him, then. He wasn't shivering so badly, but still he was hemorrhaging spiritually. He'd heal in a few days...he'd done it in the beginning, before he met Zee.
Wrapping his arms around his cat, Tommy buried his face against the soft, musky smelling fur, and drew a shaky sigh as he tried to remind himself that he'd survived before he ever knew her love. He could live without it. He could live alone.
He just wasn't sure he wanted to.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 404
Partner: Ziyah Ambrogio (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
zee_ali) Highlander OC [deceased]
One night a week, Mayilia stays over with her grandparents and he comes home to an empty house at four AM.
Blood drops fall on the cement walkway leading to the gate, and his fingers smear the brass doorknob with stains he'll have to clean later as he admits himself into the dark, empty house. The shadows soak into wounds that can't be seen, injuries he once had the power to heal through a single touch or the warmth of a kiss.
Instead, he listens for the click of dog claws against tile, the soft pat of paw pads or the soft 'thud' of a feline body touching down as the animals come to greet him.
They bear silent witness as he leaves the lights out, slowly stripping off his ripped t-shirt as he limps to the bathroom. Around his feet, they sit faithfully and watch him clean the laceration on his chest, the bullet burn on his left palm, the swollen eye that will be miserably black when the sky lightens with the first touch of dawn.
They alone hear his grunts and screams of pain. Their body heat is all he has as he finally curls in on himself, huddled by the cool porcelain of the toilet while they try to warm his chilled spirit by warming his fevered flesh.
He has to remind himself, as he shivers, that he's fighting The Darkness alone now, and it knows it. He has to remind himself she's not in the other room...that she's not coming home.
Hardy climbs into his lap as he shuts his eyes and thinks of her, in spite of himself...the playful smile and the laughter that came the day she found the scrawny little kitten and plunked him down to sleep on the couch beside Tommy. He could still feel her at his side, slender fingers reaching out to rub the little furry ears...
Some of Hardeen's body heat reached him, then. He wasn't shivering so badly, but still he was hemorrhaging spiritually. He'd heal in a few days...he'd done it in the beginning, before he met Zee.
Wrapping his arms around his cat, Tommy buried his face against the soft, musky smelling fur, and drew a shaky sigh as he tried to remind himself that he'd survived before he ever knew her love. He could live without it. He could live alone.
He just wasn't sure he wanted to.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 404
Partner: Ziyah Ambrogio (
zee_ali) Highlander OC [deceased]
