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Post by hartford deneil anderson on Feb 15, 2023 20:24:20 GMT -5
it takes courage to be kind.
| The last time that the two men had seen each other had been when Hartford watched Ronan’s retreating back, knowing in the deepest parts of his soul that he was not coming back. It had been hurtful, to say the least, to sit and watch as the love of his life disappeared without so much as a goodbye or even a look back. It had taken its toll on Hartford, it had nearly ruined him whilst he recovered and came to terms with the fact that he was alone. Although he still had his friends and family, Hartford had no one, and he had grown increasingly frustrated with the idea that he would never see Ronan again. It had taken a while for Hartford to get back on his feet, to come to terms with the idea of being a werewolf, with going back to his restaurant without the prospect of seeing Ronan everyday when he happened to do so. It was some of the worst heartbreak he'd felt.
Yet here he was, in London, about to see Ronan again for the first time in years as if nothing had ever happened before. What would they say to each other? What would Ronan do when he saw Ford standing in the doorway? He didn’t imagine that it would go spectacularly well given how things had ended, and he wasn’t sure how that would affect his newly formed bonds with the younger male’s two brothers.
He stood in the hallway of the safehouse, a bouquet of red peonies clutched in his right hand, and a box of his famous brown butter chocolate chip cookies in his left. God, Hartford didn’t think he had ever been so nervous in his life, he didn’t think he would make it inside of the room that Ronan was in. The last time he had ever been this nervous was in culinary school, when his instructor had been coming around to judge his beef wellington. He had thought he was going to throw up at that moment, but he had pushed through and had achieved his dream… Could this be the same for him? In London, with a world on the brink of destroying itself from the inside out, maybe Hartford could find some peace and happiness before it all blew up in his face. He looked down at his watch, the clock had struck 12:30, which meant that it was now or never. Before he could talk himself out of it, Ford pushed open the door of Ronan’s room and walked in, making eye contact with the werewolf in the bed before he could even think about it.
“Uh… Hey?”
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Post by ronan zhang on Feb 19, 2023 2:14:11 GMT -5
 | tell me once again, I could have been anyone else i want to feel the fire that you kept from me
Ronan was getting sick of this hospital shit.
Sure he knew that it was for his benefit, technically, and it was hardly like he was even remotely close to being healed from his ordeal. Several months trapped in a basement was hell enough on its own, but when that basement was in the possession of someone who was as objectively insane as Damian Wolfe, hell took on an entirely new meaning. Ronan had felt pain in ways that he had not previously known possible. Two weeks after being rescued and his voice still sounded as though someone had dragged a sheet of sandpaper across his vocal chords from how hard he had screamed. It had never been to any avail, of course. A few days in and he knew that screaming would not mean that anyone would hear. It had become more of an outlet than anything.
Were he a more cynical man, he might have said that his time in the hospital was a worse torture than Damian’s basement. At least there, he had been working. Chain around his ankle, hunched over a desk with only the light of his wand to guide his potionmaking, but it had been something all the same. It was a unique brand of horrifying to be sitting alone in a bed, with nothing to do but watch as the dark bruises that covered his face and body become wine red blotches ringed in sickly yellow. Almost worse than that, though, was the knowledge that Damian was surely pursuing him. There was nothing he could have done, when the pack came to get him. He’d been too weak then to protest, to tell them what he had done, or that Damian would not stop looking for him once he realized he was missing. It was only a matter of time now, before things came crashing down around him, and he refused to let his siblings become caught in the crossfire. It was a laborious process, hauling himself out of bed and rifling through the drawers to find anything other than a hospital gown, but he did it all the same. He’d packed a bag, tugged on a shirt and had one leg in a pair of pants when the door opened.
“Farid I know what you’re going to s–” he began, only to turn and have the words die on his lips. Hartford was here. The sentence made no sense as he thought it, there was no reason for Hartford to be in the room at all, let alone the country. He must be hallucinating, or this was all some sick dream and he was still in the basement. Yet there he was, standing there, real as day.
“What the fuck…”
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