Aug. 10th, 2022

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It’s been weeks since he’s been home- no, not home because even the Townhouse is not home. Nor is the Manor or Spinner’s End. He doesn’t have one. But the hotel is close enough and even if it wasn’t- Abraxas is there, and the blood around his throat is close enough to be something like home. He holds it in his hand as he walks into the lobby and the girl behind the counter smiles brightly at her. “It’s good to see you again.” She chirps. She’s not much older than him, and pretty too. She asked him once for drinks after work and like a child- he blushed and declined.

Part of him wished he hadn’t. He’s just a kid and for the first time in his life, he thinks he has a chance to be one. In school, there’d always been the under current of war, at home, the parenting of Eileen’s drunken escapades or shying away from Tobias’ angry gait. In the past few weeks, he’s gotten to tease and laugh and cry. He smiles at the memory Lyra’s face when she tried sour candy, had wanted to kiss her with a simple childish want that reminded him of Lily years back. He hadn’t dared.

Sev’s not a kid. Hasn’t been for some time. He’s alone in the lift, and his heart is pounding in his chest. He doesn’t know why he’s afraid. It’s Abraxas. The reason he’s alive. The only reason, he tells himself. He’s not afraid.

Yes. He is. But why he’s not sure?

Pushing open the door of his-their suite, is like opening a crypt. Every noise is swallowed up by the fine carpet and darkness. “Erastes? I'm home."

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