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Author's Note: Thanks, as always to Mandi the wonder beta. Things are starting to wrap up with this story now! Enjoy!
He was cold…
He was cold. He was cold so often now and the night did nothing to help drive off the freeze. The frigid teardrops of water that fell upon him seemed to have seeped into his bones, invaded his body until he was constantly frozen, forever chilled. Not even the stolen moments of warmth stayed with him long after he left Jason's safe arms. He could only remember what it had been like to be warm without borrowing that heat from another.
That chill hadn't overtaken his heart. That still yearned to be heated by his love.
No, that heart would never be taken for it was no longer his; he had given it away long ago. He savoured those moments when his blood ran like lava through his veins.
It always hurt. It hurt more than he could articulate but it was better than the alternative. It was better to love and feel the pain then simply let go and freeze further.
To simply let go and truly become one of them… that he could not do. They had taken so much from him, had raped him of himself. He would NOT let them have his final shred of self, this last fistful of who he was. Jason kept that safe and he would never let them take his love from him. That was too high a price.
It was cold but he supposed he should be used to it by now. The fleeting warmth he leeched from Jason never lasted long. He shook his head. Jason hated it when he thought like that. What he took away from their too brief encounters was given freely. Given to him, unworthy as he was, without pause or regret and with a smile on his beloved's face though Tommy knew sometimes it was painful to give that much away, even in the name of love.
That chill had not taken his love and he would never let it. He would not allow it to consume Jason and he knew his love would not allow it either. Jason was stronger, he had been unable to die before falling but Jason… Jason would be. He knew that as surely as he knew bite of the ever present frost that was his skin.
To let go and become one of them was beyond Jason. He couldn't understand it, was unable to grasp what is meant. There was a warmth inside him that could not be dimmed. Tommy only hoped he would never lose his love to that darkness that had enslaved him.
So lost in the musing of his love was he that he did not notice as the shadows crept around him, stealing him away from the back alley he had been lurking in, hiding in. The blackness surrounded him and then... an Other stood before him.
The figure was cloaked in black, his face obscured by a hood. Tommy could only make out the thin, cruel lips that delivered his sentence with a smirk. "You are summoned to a council of the Others where you will account for you unsatisfactory actions by facing a death battle. You are to meet here tomorrow an hour preceding this time. If you fail to do so we will hunt you down and slaughter you. If someone happens to be with you at the time of your finding they will be taken in your place."
The shadows disappeared before Tommy could think to speak, taking the Other with them, and leaving him standing, trembling, in the empty alley. His mind whirled in panic. His time was up. They had discovered what he was doing but... that meant...
Tommy's eyes widened as utter horror hit him. They knew about Jason! They had to! His beloved, his dear, strong, saviour, love was in desperate danger because of him...
Turning away from the blackened, shadowy street Tommy fled. He had to get to his love, had to warn him.
Had to stop this, somehow, he had to keep Jason safe.
Author's Note: Thanks, as always to Mandi the wonder beta. Things are starting to wrap up with this story now! Enjoy!
He was cold…
He was cold. He was cold so often now and the night did nothing to help drive off the freeze. The frigid teardrops of water that fell upon him seemed to have seeped into his bones, invaded his body until he was constantly frozen, forever chilled. Not even the stolen moments of warmth stayed with him long after he left Jason's safe arms. He could only remember what it had been like to be warm without borrowing that heat from another.
That chill hadn't overtaken his heart. That still yearned to be heated by his love.
No, that heart would never be taken for it was no longer his; he had given it away long ago. He savoured those moments when his blood ran like lava through his veins.
It always hurt. It hurt more than he could articulate but it was better than the alternative. It was better to love and feel the pain then simply let go and freeze further.
To simply let go and truly become one of them… that he could not do. They had taken so much from him, had raped him of himself. He would NOT let them have his final shred of self, this last fistful of who he was. Jason kept that safe and he would never let them take his love from him. That was too high a price.
It was cold but he supposed he should be used to it by now. The fleeting warmth he leeched from Jason never lasted long. He shook his head. Jason hated it when he thought like that. What he took away from their too brief encounters was given freely. Given to him, unworthy as he was, without pause or regret and with a smile on his beloved's face though Tommy knew sometimes it was painful to give that much away, even in the name of love.
That chill had not taken his love and he would never let it. He would not allow it to consume Jason and he knew his love would not allow it either. Jason was stronger, he had been unable to die before falling but Jason… Jason would be. He knew that as surely as he knew bite of the ever present frost that was his skin.
To let go and become one of them was beyond Jason. He couldn't understand it, was unable to grasp what is meant. There was a warmth inside him that could not be dimmed. Tommy only hoped he would never lose his love to that darkness that had enslaved him.
So lost in the musing of his love was he that he did not notice as the shadows crept around him, stealing him away from the back alley he had been lurking in, hiding in. The blackness surrounded him and then... an Other stood before him.
The figure was cloaked in black, his face obscured by a hood. Tommy could only make out the thin, cruel lips that delivered his sentence with a smirk. "You are summoned to a council of the Others where you will account for you unsatisfactory actions by facing a death battle. You are to meet here tomorrow an hour preceding this time. If you fail to do so we will hunt you down and slaughter you. If someone happens to be with you at the time of your finding they will be taken in your place."
The shadows disappeared before Tommy could think to speak, taking the Other with them, and leaving him standing, trembling, in the empty alley. His mind whirled in panic. His time was up. They had discovered what he was doing but... that meant...
Tommy's eyes widened as utter horror hit him. They knew about Jason! They had to! His beloved, his dear, strong, saviour, love was in desperate danger because of him...
Turning away from the blackened, shadowy street Tommy fled. He had to get to his love, had to warn him.
Had to stop this, somehow, he had to keep Jason safe.