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Post by ALEC REN MIKINNEY on Jun 29, 2013 1:36:47 GMT
Alec clung to what was left of his lover, having been let in by Dominic, his eyes resting over Dimitri’s things, tears building at the edges of his eyes. He just grabbed a sweatshirt of Dimitri’s, clinging to it as he felt himself beginning to choke on his tears. Alec’s thin legs bent as he brought them close into his chest, shutting his eyes. Tears still managed to fall down his cheeks, missing having his warm body close to his, to be able to wrap his arms around him. He missed his blood, but he had ignored his thirst. He wanted to wither away if that was even possible.
Every day, he was hoping that maybe Dimitri would come to his house, and walk into his bedroom. Sometimes he stared at the door for hours, wanting to hear the familiar beat of his heart. He thought Dimitri was the one and he had put all of his hope into it, only to get crushed. The idea of not having been there to protect him haunted him with guilt, visibly shaking as he started to cry harder into his sweatshirt. Alec had never gotten to say goodbye or hold him while he died, not that he even could have.
Part of him desired to kill the person who did this, but the other part was that he was grieving so heavily that he wasn’t sure if he could. Alec remembered before he left for his trip, just how sad he was to be leaving him, but how he had to. Alec remembered how happy they were before that. Then he remembered the moment Dominic told him, just sitting on the couch, clueless. His body shook a bit more roughly into the bed, making gasping noises every so often because of how hard he was crying.
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Post by VLADIMIR RADE TIMURE on Jul 9, 2013 21:35:05 GMT
there was something to be said about having spies wherever you wanted them. for instance, having someone constantly informing him about alec and that mutt seemed to have paid off big time. when news reached vladimir that dimitri - alec's precious little mutt play toy - had died overseas. he didn't really care for how he died, or where he even was, but the important thing was that that thing was out of his "son's" life for good now. the vampire hoped that this meant alec would snap out of all this crap and go back to being vlad's "son" . . . or whatever that may entail.
vladimir made his way to where the mutt used to live, where he knew alec was. as he did so, the vampire wondered if it would really be safe for alec to rejoin him, to continue their relationship, or even to go to a normal father - son relationship. after the reappearance of destin - or nick, or whatever the hell he was called now - vlad was a little worried that alec might get himself stuck in the middle of it. the vampire was more worried about the people around him than for himself; he knew he could take care of himself. he'd taken destin - nick, whatever - on before, and naturally won. okay, he partially won; destin had died, but not completely. that would be his luck.
being as unconventional as he was, vladimir refused to take the door into the mutt's apartment. instead, he took his usual entrance - through the window. sure, he had to climb a bit, but it wasn't like he would die if he fell . . . unless he fell right onto a branch, but he was smarter than that. he hoped. in any case, the vampire silently made his way in through the window and looked around for the younger male. he let out a soft sigh when he caught him curled up in what used to be dimitri's bed. despite wanting to plug his nose - it wreaked of mutt - vladimir walked closer to alec, ending up standing next to the bed. " it hurts, doesn't it? the pain of being left by someone you cared about? having petty trinkets to remember them by? " he said, a small smirk on his lips. although he did want to comfort his adopted son, he was going to have some fun with this first.
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outfit
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here ya go, wife <3
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Post by ALEC REN MIKINNEY on Jul 21, 2013 3:59:46 GMT
Alec wondered how this could have possibly happened, but he knew the odds, that it was particularly high that his father was watching their every move and had been. The moment that Dimitri was free of everyone else, all alone, he took down one of his prey. It made him squirm a bit, wondering how he had taken Dimitri down, but knowing that he was horrified to know. He shuddered as he thought that he had probably tortured him, tears quickly sliding down his cheeks. He remembered how Vladimir had once tortured him because he had tried to kill himself near their house and it had failed. He just imagined that but three times as worse and he only cried harder.
Alec saw Vladimir enter, his eyes taking in his figure barely, tears clouding his vision, his eyes climbing to the male’s, listening to his words, curling his legs and pulling them to his chest. His eyes shut tightly as he should have expected this, that Vladimir would kick him when he was down. He knew he deserved this, but at the same time, he was in so much pain, that this was far too cruel. “I’m sorry, Vladimir,” was all that escaped Alec’s mouth, never having cried so much in front of Vladimir which was now making him uncomfortable as well. This was his father, despite all the different times he had been in his bed as something more than just a son.
His fingers sank into the bed as he hid his face from him, not wanting to be stared at like this, not by anyone. He just wanted his Dimitri back in his arms all over again and know he was alive and happy. He knew there was probably no way of that ever happening in this lifetime though.
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Post by VLADIMIR RADE TIMURE on Aug 12, 2013 8:19:41 GMT
the smirk faded from vladimir's lips as he heard what his son had to say. he let out a sigh and sat on the bed, next to alec. he was horrible at comforting the male, he knew, but how could he sit here and let the boy cry? he reached out and gently touched alec's arm in a way he hoped was soothing. " don't be sorry, alec. you have nothing to be sorry for. " for once, vlad believed that. alec hadn't done anything he should be sorry for; alec did what he had to do, and if that meant leaving vladimir alone for a few years and driving him nearly insane, well . . . he had to do it. as much as vladimir hated so many of alec's decisions, he kind of realized now that alec needed to make them at the time.
of course, the elder vampire would never quite know what was so alluring about the mutt. he was a crazy rapist that vladimir was sure never even cared for alec back. he'd seen the mutt before, read some of the reports on him; the kid had been insane, and being put down like he was was probably a good thing for the population of the planet. he stayed there, silently, gently rubbing alec's arm the way that his captain had done all those years ago, the morning after his first kill . . . the first victim of his thirst had been the hardest, and his father figure and first love's comfort had helped significantly.
he had never seen his son cry so much. after all vladimir put him through, after all that they'd been through together, this was the most he'd ever seen alec cry . . . and it hurt vladimir in a new way. he wanted to do something about it, but also didn't want to be the one physically comforting the younger. okay, he did, in a way, but not in the way they used to comfort each other. " you'll be okay, alec. i know how it is to lose someone and feel alone, but you aren't alone. you've had me since the day i adopted you. " vlad wasn't just referring to losing alec a few years ago; he had consistently lost people throughout his life. he knew how to get through this.
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here ya go, wife <3
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Post by ALEC REN MIKINNEY on Aug 18, 2013 1:27:53 GMT
alec didn’t pay attention to what the male did until he touched his arm in a gentleness that was a bit foreign to him at this point, and the words seemed to startle him more. “Don’t I though?” He choked on the words though, looking up at Vladimir, his eyebrows furrowed as he thought about what he had done to him. “I’ve done horrible things to you. I left when I shouldn’t have,” he said, more tears sliding down his cheeks, part of him wanting to grab a hold of Vladimir’s arm and pull him closer. He wanted him to hold him, he wanted to cling to him like he had when he was younger, looking up at him as he felt him rub his arm, gently grabbing his hand and tugging. “P-please c-come here,” he said, shivering as if he was cold.
He heard his words and just ended up crying more, but for different reasons, “Do you want to be my Dad though? After how close we were, after all of this.” His eyes searched the male’s through all the cloudiness that the tears were creating. He couldn’t remember a time where he couldn’t stop crying in front of Vladimir, but he remembered the first time he had started to grieve over his parents, this a strong equivalent to that. His fingers intertwined with Vladimir’s, needing to be held. “Please just hold me, please.” He felt pathetic, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of loss and of pain that taunted him.
Alec remembered having a talk with him one time about how old he was and how Vlad had lost so many people. Alec was just beginning to know what that felt like. He had only lost three people he loved, but Vladimir had lost so much more. He had left anyways and he regretted that decision right now because they could have been happy, but there was no longer room for could have’s or would have’s. There were no options and silently he knew that, but part of him still wanted to try.
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