Sunrise -Owen-

[DYLAN JAMES COLLINS]

Dylan flicked his hair aside as he hiked through the woods, just feeling his hiking shoes slip under his feet as he began hiking up a bit of a slope. The path must still have been a little muddy from the rain from the previous night. He was miles away from Dahlia’s place, but he still had an instinct he was being stalked, but he knew he was far ahead of them. Whatever Dahlia had sent after him was half as slow as he was, but if he was not careful, he would be found. There was never a point in his life that he would not be chased now if he was away from Dahlia. It was like being someone one the most wanted list, except that he never did anything wrong. He was an adult now, Dahlia had no control over him, but he needed to find someone who would be willing to help and he knew humans were not liable for a case like this.

For some reason, he knew this path, remembered it like the back of his hand, his mind glitching for a moment as though there was like a scratch on a DVD or a record. He only came back into reality, his foot slipping quickly, but he caught himself and that’s when he came back into the glitch, before he caught himself one more time, finally above the city. Then the image was gone. He had a photographic memory and now he knew this place, but he did not remember why, as though he was just visiting this place now after many years. Then, he gazed over the New York City skyline as the sun rose. It was rather calm, not as many cars there as the peak of the day. He just leaned against a nearby tree, sweat trickling down his back.

He brushed his face on his black t-shirt, wearing a combination of dark blue jeans and his black converse. It was all he had on him right now because he tore his last pair of clothes right as he shifted last. Shifting sent a shiver through him as he just winced softly. Every time he shifted, it felt like torture. There was no other word to describe it.

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[DYLAN JAMES COLLINS]

Dylan was just calmly gazing over the city, not even paying attention, his eye lids even growing heavy. This was the first time he had been able to relax in the past three days, maybe having gotten an hour of sleep a night. Everything was so calming about the city line and the slowly climbing sun. The wind lightly brushed over his skin as he just felt his eye lids close for a moment, his head bobbing back before he jumped awake as he heard a voice, immediately straightening up and adjusting his hair. He meant to run and sprint as fast as he could away, but it was too late, the person was far too close to do anything like that, even though he was very quick. Something about the boys scent and voice was quaintly familiar and it made him tilt his head slightly. He was having major memory lapses today and he wondered if there was a chance of him ever recovering. Maybe it was the lack of sleep and food that was getting to him and affecting his visions because it was sure affecting how he reacted right now. Then the boy emerged, seeing his jet black hair that reminded him of his own.

Then, Dylan’s eyes traveled over his facial features, his eyes widening as he just stood frozen, just asking who are you at the same time. He jumped at that, just having noticed how similar they sounded and just backed away as the boy took a step forward. He even smelled like a werewolf, his instincts screaming to run as he just stared into his eyes completely frightened. After a moment, he wondered if maybe, maybe this was the twin Dahlia mentioned, in which case he felt hatred bubble up in his chest as he just scowled. The hair stood up on the back of his neck as he desired to change to attack the boy in front of him. “I’m Dylan Collins,” he simply said, wondering if this would confirm his answer before suddenly, he just moved on anyways. “Was it fun, having a mother and father who treated you so special because you weren’t a freak? Or did they not tell you you had a twin brother?” He said, the hatred that had been building up for all these years coming out.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FLY AWAY . Who the hell was this guy? They sounded exactly the same having asked who are you at the same time. Owen swallowed past the nerves in his throat and blue eyes narrowed slightly. This had to be a trick. There was no way there was another one of him just...wandering around here. No way. Owen denied it. His parents had never told him about a twin brother for that matter. Wouldn't they have told him? Why didn't they? Therefore this had to be a trick, a witch playing a sick trick on him just to watch him squirm. But his scent, was that of a werewolf, it had to be the...real deal. Owen's eyes widened in horror. It really had to be a twin. A brother he had had all these years. All these years with that little voice in the back of his head, telling him there was something else. That he recognized something in the photos of him being in the hospital, they had been cut off, there had been another bed next to his in the hospital, and he had just figured it was another person's baby. Horror washed over him. It was true. This was his twin. His parents had lied. Anger spiked, before his logic calmed it. But why? Why would they lie to him about someone so important to him like a twin brother? It did feel right though, the whole little voice in his head, the extra thoughts of doing something he didn't normally do. That whole twin thing coming into play now. Owen suddenly tensed the moment his look-alike spoke, "Dylan Collins." Ok, either this witch was pretty darn good or it really was his twin brother after 22 years, right here in front of him, randomly. Not planned. Nothing just...right here in front of him. "I'm Owen Collins." he responded briefly, eyes darkening as he felt Dylan, his name, grow tense, ready to shift it seemed. Owen tilted his head slightly towards this guy, well, his twin, and he frowned, "What are you talking about?" he asked when Dylan spoke about being a freak. What the hell? "I didn't...even know!" he growled. "They didn't tell me." Hurt washed over him. There had to be a reason why. There had to be a good explanation for this. Owen's gaze fell. Why would his parents lie to him after all this time? What had happened to Dylan? Why had they been separated when they were so young? Aidan was too young to remember of course, so Owen didn't hold him responsible, but he held his parents completely responsible for this. "Freak?" he inquired, confusion melting on his face. Freak was a word Owen loathed with all his heart. It was such a dirty word in his mind, and he hated anyone who used it. Panic spiked as he regained his composure and remained still, his own muscles lithe and tense though, ready in case his twin decided to attack him. "Dylan...I.." Owen's voice failed. It was his twin brother, it made sense, but it didn't make sense why they hadn't known fully, after 22 years. I mean, he thought, they looked exactly the same, they could pull off acting like each other if they wanted to in the future. If When they became friends. Owen took a careful step towards Dylan, "What...happened?" words, enough. coming soon <3, well, hope it gives you plenty to work with ^^ <3

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[DYLAN JAMES COLLINS]

Dylan just stood there, watching him carefully, and the more he acted like he did not know anything, the more anger surged through him as he still kept a grip on the werewolf that wanted to burst out from beneath his skin. When he mirrored the word freak at him, he just felt himself go completely white as he stared at him. Only Dahlia ever used that word and now he felt so much like the wicked witch that had cut him from his family, but for a good reason right? Right now, his trust in that was dwindling because his brother smelled so much like a werewolf and maybe he believed the wrong thing. His fingers curled into his palms as she had lied to him, for his entire life basically. She would reap the consequences if he ever saw her again and he was counting on that. When he took a step forward, this time he did not move back as he asked what happened because now he needed to find for himself if any of that was true because the part about Owen had been wrong. For the longest time, he had not responded to Owen, just standing there, thinking about what was going on and what he must to do carefully figure this out. The only way was trust.

“A witch named Dahlia took me from our parents as revenge I’m thinking, but she had told me that they just abandoned me, and that I had a brother but who was not a werewolf that they wanted instead. I don’t know why I believed her,” he said as he just buried his hands into his hair for a moment. He felt the suddenly very tired and very light headed as he just leaned against a tree. He just looked at Owen, feeling pain that he needed help, but he really did. “Can you help me?” He asked as he just took a step towards him slowly. “I’m very tired and I haven’t eaten in three days,” he said, almost seeming like he was out of breath.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FLY AWAY . It was something else. Owen had never imagined anything like this before. Not once in his 22 years of life had he ever thought he would have a twin brother out there in the world. He would have imagined his parents would have told him, but maybe it had been too hard on them, and it explained why Owen had always felt like there was something missing, like he was supposed to be with someone else before he met Delilah and all things like that. Nevertheless, Dylan was right here, in front of him, alive and well. Suddenly when the mirror image moved, and spoke, Owen tuned in and listened. So, he had been taken, obviously when they had been pretty young because neither one remembered the other one. But hadn't Dylan felt something like Owen had all these years? He hoped so. Owen tilted his head, slightly mimicking Dylan's movements without realizing it before he then wondered. Who was older? That would be interesting. Pausing, he smiled weakly and spoke, "Dylan...I'm a werewolf. My-our older brother, Aidan is too. It's easier on us because we were all born, not bitten." He commented gently, his voice smooth. Concern melted over the male's features as he watched his mirror image, his twin brother, his family, his counter-part step towards him and speak. Swiftly, Owen caught Dylan's arm and hugged his brother in a half-hug and slung his arm over his own shoulders, putting Dylan's arm over his shoulders, "C'mon, I'll get you back to my place." He remained silent, clinging to that name. Dahlia. He wanted to know what and why she had taken Dylan, and not both of them. Owen felt envious, not in the sick sense, but in the sense Dylan knew what she looked like, because he would make that witch pay with her life for taking his brother. Leading his brother to his Buick, Owen spoke, opening the door, "Get in." with no option. Owen was going to take care of his brother no matter what or who was older. He was his brother, well hell, he looked just like him. Once Dylan was in the car, Owen gave him a silent look, and spoke, "Sorry about the coils." as one was poking over Dylan's shoulder near the door, while Owen backed up and headed back to his place. Well, he didn't have three bedrooms, but Dylan could just sleep on the couch or his bed if he wanted, he'd need to make sure to tell Delilah when she got home. Last thing he wanted was to have her mistake Dylan for him. That wouldn't be good. Especially with her antics. Smiling weakly, Owen looked to Dylan and spoke, "Did...you run?" he inquired softly, anger spiking at the idea of this woman coming after him. Owen would make her pay. Looking to his brother concerned, Owen parked his car and nudged Dylan up and into the elevator before they got into his apartment. Setting him down on the couch, Owen inquired, poking his head into his freezer and fridge, "What do you want? Name it and it's your's." He did trust his brother moderately, enough to let him into his place. Apollo came bounding in and paused, as his brown eyes landed on Dylan, and he growled lightly, though looked to Owen and was quieted, before he approached the other black-haired male and whined weakly, placing his muzzle on Dylan's leg, "That's Apollo. Also, I have a roommate, her name's Delilah." Owen added, before offering his brother anything he needed, as he sat down on the chair beside the couch where his brother was, fingers interlocked as a worried and pensive look fell over his features. Locking his gaze with his brother's own blue one, it felt so weird, it was like looking into a mirror. "Do you need somewhere to stay? You can stay here as long as you need, Dylan." words, enough. coming soon <3, heh <3

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Dylan saw him mimicking the tilting of his head and just blinked for a mere moment taking note of how weird this was. He wondered if they were going to act nearly identical as well, but if it was not, they could simply master the art if they wanted to. Something made him smirk at the idea of messing around with a few people by making it seem like it was the other twin. He blinked at the fact that they also had an older brother named Aidan. Dahlia had obviously failed to mention this, but she blatantly did not care about Dylan’s family and his true family history. “That explains it I guess,” he said, remembering how Dahlia had simply told him he could transform into a wolf and that he was a natural. Too many similarities lay between Dylan and Owen to not believe that they were siblings, their appearance, their actions, and their words. He flinched at first it almost seeming like he might throw him forward after grabbing his arm. Then he eased into the hug and sighed softly before they just had their arms crossed over the other’s shoulders. “Thank you,” he said as Owen said he would guide him back to his place. There was something rather comforting about Owen that made him trust him immediately.

Dylan slipped into his car, the Buick rather comfortable as he just leaned back into the seat, and just looked at the coils briefly that were hovering over behind him. He just shifted a bit so he would stay away from them and just said, “They are fine,” he said as he just relaxed a bit into the seat as they began to drive and he wondered why he had never done this before. His eyes half closed after just a moment, the exhaustion already setting in especially when there was silence coming between them. Then his question made him think about it for just a moment as he did not look over at him, just stared out at the passing forest around them. He knew they were coming for him and he was not sure if Dahlia would show up personally, but he hoped she would. He remained silent, figuring Owen would get that the answer is yes. “All I know is if I disappear one day, don’t come after me. I don’t want you to get hurt because she will hurt you,” he said silently as he just continued to watch the surroundings blur into nothingness. “I can’t stay here forever because she or whoever she sent after me will catch up eventually and they will find me,” he said, now looking at Owen, a scary seriousness taking over him, but that was Dylan for you. He did not joke around with this kind of stuff, nor would he ever abuse Owen’s hospitality in the first place.

Dylan jumped suddenly awake, having drifted off into a small sleep as he just followed Owen into the elevator. After they entered, he just looked around the room and blinked, “All of this is yours?” He said not imagining ever having enough money to live on his own, but then again maybe Owen had a good occupation to make the costs more feasible. He guided him to the couch and he just sat and watched his brother point to the fridge and he rubbed the back of his head thinking. “Do you have steak?” He asked wanting some type of red meet right now, needing something with protein as he just tipped his head back to rest it on the wall. Then he heard a growl and his head shot up towards a large dog, his eyes threatening as Dylan just sat there completely relaxed. Then the dog came over to him and rested his head on his leg as this simple action made him smile and he moved his fingers to scratch behind the dog’s ears. “Apollo…” He mused on the interesting name as Apollo looked up at him expectantly and Dylan just continued to scratch behind his ears. Dylan just looked at Owen’s troubled expression. “Maybe I shouldn’t. What if they come here? I’d be putting you and Delilah in danger,” he said as he just suddenly shared the same expression.

Tag: owen
Notes: haha everything’s the same!!! D8
Words: 714

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[delilah]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

Delilah walked into their apartment building with her hands full of grocery bags. When anyone offered to help she just said thank you, but rejected their offer. She didn’t want to burden them with these heavy bags that were beginning to become too much for her small frame to carry. Thankfully when she made it to the elevator she was able to press the button to open it with her butt and then back into the small metal box that would bring her up to her floor. With her pinky finger she pressed her floor number and set the bags down for a moment to give her arms a rest as the elevator box moved up and up by the pulleys that were installed. Stretching out her arms she leaned against the wall tired and waited. She knew once she got into the apartment though that Owen would take the bags for her because well he was the perfect gentleman and that’s why Delilah loved him. Of course she would never tell him this. She didn’t want him to reject her and then them never be friends again. That’d be horrible! She didn’t know if her heart could take such pain and anguish. The idea of being with Owen had been a dream that she had for many, many months, but had never been able to ask him out. She was way too afraid to do it. That wasn’t like Delilah though. Whenever she liked a guy she usually told him and took his answer. Never had she been so afraid of telling someone how she felt it was so weird to her. Still, he was worth the wait. He was perfect. It was hard for Delilah not to fall for him. It only took about two months for her to fall for him, but the first month Owen barely talked to her. He was always in her room, but by month two he began to talk to Delilah and she just fell for him. His smile. His laugh. His eyes. His intelligence. His awkwardness. His kindness. His quirks. His flaws. His everything!

When the elevator dinged meaning that it had reached her floor. Picking up the bags again she walked out of the elevator and struggled down the hall with her full arms. Finally making it to her and Owen’s apartment she opened the door and set the bags down on the ground. Seeing the back of Owen’s head she smiled and ran toward him. Tackling him to the ground she wrapped her arms around him and laughed. “Hey wolfie!” Delilah said happily. She knew Owen wouldn’t get mad at this. She did this all the time. She was always tackling him and jumping on him and what not. Why was today any different? Still there was something different about today, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. Delilah then smelled steak and she stopped thinking about what could have been wrong with Owen. It smelled really good. It was….steak? Yes. It was steak. Yummy, yummy yeah, yeah! Smiling she poked Owen’s cheek and asked happily, “When is the steak going to be ready?”

TAGS- Owen&Dyl, OUTFIT- CLICK!, WORD COUNT- 526+, NOTES-Sawwy dyl! sawwy it's short

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[DYLAN JAMES COLLINS]

Dylan just eyed Owen as he spoke angrily after finding out about Dahlia, just sighing softly, not wanting to get him worked up over this right now. He felt rather exhausted right now, needing some rest before they both sat down and discussed this. There was no way he would stay at Owen’s apartment and risk hurting him in the process of everything. Now that he knew he had a family that cared about him, he wanted to protect them and if that meant eliminating himself, then he would do so, even if it meant not telling Owen. From what he could tell now, Owen would not even consider allowing him to leave which would probably be a bigger issue later on when it had been a month and he would decide to move somewhere else. The easiest way to keep Dahlia from reaching him was to change his location and eliminate the tracks that led her to where he was. “Just know that whatever happens, it’s for the best,” he simply said, looking out the window, just gazing at the blurring surroundings feeling the unfamiliar ache that he needed to protect his family and that he might not be capable of doing so. There was emptiness and a weakness in knowing that Dahlia might reach them before he does and he might even just be a second late. Pain painted his expression as he just kept his face turned away from Owen.

Dylan just smirked a bit at his words, “Surprise me,” he said his smile growing as the smell of the steak flooded the room, making his stomach growl. His hands just continued to brush over Apollo’s soft coat as he just stared down into the pup’s eyes, finding him rather endearing, a small smug smile resting on Dylan’s expression. That smile faded when his brother spoke again, just knowing that this would end up badly in the end. “Owen, I need you to understand that Dahlia is not a simple witch. She’s cunning and she kept me for 22 years in which she was obviously both powerful enough and smart enough. I just,” he said pausing, the words caught in his throat as he caught his brother’s gaze from across the room as he came towards him with the stake, but his said everything. He cared for Owen and he was not sure why they bonded so fast already, but maybe because they had been in this together in the first place and now they were coming together in the end. “Thank you,” he simply said, cutting the steak and eating a piece, the steak being quickly chewed and swallowed, feeling as though he had not eaten in weeks, but it had only been a few days. Now that he knew there was another person living him he knew he could not stay. He could not live with either of their deaths on his hands, and he was already starting to care quite a bit about Owen, like they had never been separated.

Dylan just looked up when he was poked, raising an eyebrow, “Hmm?” he responded as he was chewing steadily on the steak. He just laughed at the idea of fitting in his brother’s clothes, but it seemed they were both the same size, although psychology would say that their results would be rather unlikely being raised in two completely different homes. He shook his head as he asked who was older, just grinning a bit. “Mmm, me of course,” he said, teasing a bit, not actually knowing if he was. When Owen excused himself, he set the half of his steak that was left on the counter before going to find Owen’s room, about to open the first door when he heard a girl’s voice, almost like an excited shriek as he winced. Then his eyes widened as she ran straight for him and he turned around, going to catch her, but she ran into him so hard that he fell backwards with a grunt as she landed on top of him, “Oww…um..” he just looked at her, slightly alarmed by what happened and slightly confused.

TAG: Owen/Delilah
WORDS: 692
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[delilah]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

“Oww…um..” Owen said lying under her, but little did this werewolf know that this wasn’t Owen under her. No, it was his twin brother, Dylan. If only the girl werewolf knew. Giggling at “Owen’s” comment she gave him a squeeze. “Sorry, wolfie. I’m not that fat am I?” She teased poking his cheek. She knew that it probably didn’t hurt too much because well she did this all the time. She guessed that his face had gotten used to falling on the ground because of Delilah’s consistent tackles and antics. Delilah almost always tackled Owen to the ground. About every day, but the funniest time when she tackled him was when he was in bed. He freaked out and Delilah couldn’t stop smiling. It was so fricking hilarious. The only thing that bothered Delilah was that Owen was taking it differently today. He seemed confused and stiff. Usually Owen laughed and pushed her off. This was just very different for her. It made her worried. Was he angry with her? No. He couldn’t be angry with her. That wasn’t okay. She didn’t want him to get annoyed. Biting her lip hard she said frantically, “Owen, I-I’m sorry. Are you hurt? Are you okay? Are you angry? I’m sorry!” Delilah poked his cheek again wondering if he was even listening or if he was already angry with her. Good job, Delilah. Now he totally is going to love you one day. Shut up mind! Not in the mood! She thought having another fight inside her brain. Delilah had these a lot. She never told anyone this though because they’d think she was crazy. She wasn’t…that crazy. Just a little weird, that’s all.

“Um…Deli.” A voice said that sounded a lot like Owen, but it couldn’t be Owen because Owen was currently under her. But then when Delilah looked up there was Owen. It didn’t make sense. Had Owen made a clone or something? When she saw Owen she screamed and got off who ever she was one and backed away from the two. Then the real Owen gave the fake Owen some clothes and Delilah looked at them confused and scared. What the hell was going on? Quickly going up to the fake Owen she touched his face and yes, he was real. Then walking to Owen she touched his face and he too was real. This was so weird! “What the hell is going on!” She exclaimed looking at Owen confused. She looked at him desperately hoping that He was going to explain what was going on because she was about to start really freaking out like screaming and yelling her head off. She had never been in this kind of situation before. She was scared and confused and worried. Owen please tell me what’s going on. She thought.

“Um…Delilah….this is Dylan.” Owen said. So the clone had a name. Dylan eh? Nice name in her opinion. “Umm...hi Dylan.” She said awkwardly. She felt bad for Dylan. I mean she had tackled the poor boy and they had just met. Delilah wanted to apologize, but she didn’t really know how to do so. What was she supposed to say? “Oh hey sorry for tackling you because I thought you were your brother because I love him and that’s how I show affections.” Yeah, no. That wasn’t going to work. “Dylan is my twin brother…Dylan, this is Delilah…my roomie.” Owen said and Delilah nodded slowly trying to piece it all together. “Uh….hi Dylan. Sorry I uh…tackled you.” She said with a weak smile. Walking over to the kitchen she began to unpack the groceries with Owen helping her put the food away. Such a gentleman. “Dylan and I just…found each other.” Owen said and she nodded, but still wondered something. Where was Dylan before this? “Uhh…where was he before this?” She asked putting a few cans away.

TAGS- Owen&Dyl, OUTFIT- CLICK!, WORD COUNT- 650+, NOTES-oh awkward deli

[DYLAN JAMES COLLINS]

Dylan just laid underneath Delilah, wondering what in the world was going on and she poked his cheek and joked around and all he could do was stare up at her. This was the first girl he had met besides Dahlia and it was a mystery on how to react. His hands just rested on her arms gently. Then she seemed frantic as he opened his mouth to say something, but that was when the real Owen stepped in to say something. When she was assisted up, he just laid there for a moment when Owen hand ed him clothes and said he was older, making him laugh and identical laugh. He slowly just stood up after that when they were introduced. He responded with this after her apology, “It’s fine, you didn’t know, Delilah,” he said softly as he just looked into her eyes. So they were roommates…he just gazed at her for a moment, finding her rather beautiful.

Owen seemed to be just mentioning a small amount, as small as he could when he was introducing them. He just looked at Delilah, feeling his jaw drop just a little to say something. “It’s…hard to explain,” he simply said, not sure if he trusted her yet, finding it hard to trust her, but he was not sure why. He knew that he might grow to trust her because his brother trusted her and that widened his views that she might be out to hurt him. Meeting strangers was going to be something new and even partially difficult to deal with. Part of him felt really hurt still by the fact that they had been separated at birth, and had 22 years stolen from them, but luckily they had met in the end of everything because what an opportunity he was missing if they had never come across each other in the woods.

He gently held the articles of clothing in his hands as he said softly, “I’m going to go change quick if you both don’t mind,” he said looking from one expression to the next as he slipped into the room that he thought Owen had gone in before. He shut the door and sat down on the bed for a moment, just gazing around the room, taking in the setting that made him wonder why he could not have lived here. Oh right, Dahlia had taken him away. He was so frustrated with the idea and everything that was going on. He just got up, slipping into the clothes and just sitting back down for a moment, leaning against the wall next to his bed.

There was no doubt in his mind that this was slightly stressful for both Delilah and for Owen simply because now they had more than themselves to think about. They would have to get used to having a second twin and dealing with the confusion. Then, they would also have to get past the fact that he was being hunted and if Owen did not let him leave, they would have to deal with being in danger. He knew that if Dahlia came here, he would either give himself up or die trying to protect Delilah and Owen and there would be no other way for this to work.

TAG: Owen/Delilah
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[DYLAN JAMES COLLINS]

Owen had come in, worrying about him he supposed as he just looked at him slowly and then back at the wall, just blankly, but obvious that his mind was full of thoughts. Then, he just continued to bring up the fact that he would be staying here for a while, maybe even forever from the sound of it. He just felt himself getting frustrated, not wanting them to get hurt because of him. Owen had to understand that this was not something that they could fight off because Dahlia would be prepared, she was always prepared. She would bring an entire army if she had to and now he did not respond or look at him, just stared straight ahead, lifting his legs to his chest and wrapping his arms around them slowly. He completely understood the desire to grow up with him once more, but he knew that he could not, just simply not right now. He would have to go and as much as he did not want to, he would force himself to go. There was no way he was risking this, but he was afraid that he would hurt his brother in the process and either way, he was losing. He just felt tears build up in his eyes, his hands just fidgeting with Owen’s pants that he was wearing. His joke did not even make him smile right now because he was too consumed with more important things. “It’s alright,” he simply said in response to the apology. “Listen, I don’t want to hurt you. I want to stay, but I can’t and I won’t. Only for two weeks. I’m not risking you. I know you think you can defend yourselves, but I’m afraid you really don’t realize to the extent how powerful Dahlia is. I can’t risk you and I can’t risk Delilah. I’m leaving either way, although I don’t want to,” he said, his voice gentle as a tear rolled down his cheeks, feeling the sting of the idea that he would have to leave. He just flinched at the tear and wiped it away quickly, not wanting Owen to see him like this simply because he needed to be strong. Until Dylan figured out how to kill Dahlia, he would not be able to see Owen.

TAG: Owen
WORDS: 385

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