Blood Cravings. [Remi]

[Fable (DELETED 5728)]

Fable let off a low chuckle, it was deep and throaty. He looked at the man with inquisitive eyes. The flecks of ocean blue showed through as he then raised an eyebrow. He never knew his boyfriend was such a bad boy. He laughed again, shaking his head slowly. He just simply couldn’t believe it. Remington had always been so grounded, well since Fable had known him at least. The man looked over to the small river that separated the Quarantine Zone from Gullsborough. His blue eyes then looked to the fairly high wall around the zone. How well did it really protect the humans outside of these walls? Did any of them know about the existence of such, myth like creatures. Zombies shouldn’t even be real.

Velly had told him all about the veil, how it allowed the monsters to seep through. It worried him to know exactly what had seeped through, mooncalfs, feral vampires, zombies – what else?

The man then dragged his hues back to his partner and gave him a rueful smile. His boyfriend was a bad boy. “What sort of crimes did you do?” Fable wanted to know everything about Remington, even his dirty past. Fable was the boring type, lacked excitement. No thrill, he had only known the loving embrace of history and the sorrow of his family dying off one by one. Fable no longer had the issue with death, he couldn’t die – but dealing out death to other people? He still had that issue.

“Yes, I will be carried across the river by my big strong man.” He laughed, then stopped. Trying to hold in the wave of laughter that was brimming to the surface. “That sounded so corny.” He shook his head as he leaned a little close to Remington, ready to accept the fireman’s lift. He did have one more question thought. The tattoo’s that trailed all along his extremely well-toned body. “Do you tattoo’s mean anything?” He asked.

[Remington Rothfelder]

He stood at the very edge of the river, turning so that he could peer into Fable’s eyes for a moment, his own unusually devoid of emotion. This was not abnormal for Remington. The only feeling he was any good at wearing on his sleeve was anger. Love. Sadness. Hope. Those were things that he buried deep. He always had, for as long as he could remember. “A lot. I got busted for grand theft auto, larceny, breaking and entering, underage drinking, more along those lines.” When he had been a boy, there had been something in his life that had made him want to die. He had never been outright suicidal, never hurt himself directly. But he had made a lot of really dangerous choices that had deliberately put him in the way of danger. He’d done it because there was this one dark part of his past that had burned him. Burned away his happiness.

Remi moved to pluck the other man up, but right as he was about to, he took a step back, his jaw slowly working. “You’re corny. You’re…cute.” He said, and then he frowned, the first visible sign of something trying to reach the surface.

“Fable.” He said as he took a step back, his head tipping to one side so that he could peer into the other’s eyes. “What am I doing? You are a sweet guy. Not even just that. You’re sweet and you’re wonderful, and I am…not those things. And here we are, about to go off and hunt for the first time, but I can’t help but feel like I’m corrupting you. I…look.” He worked his jaw, and then his tongue drew over his own lips. It was as if he wasn’t sure exactly what to say, which should have revealed just how important what was rolling around in his head was. He was a confident creature. The only time he put thought into his words happened to be when he was addressing someone that mattered to him. Like Velveteen.

“I care about you a lot. I love you even, but you and I are nothing at all alike. I don’t want to hurt you, but we need to break up before I do lasting damage to you. That’s what’ll happen. You know that, right?” Because to Remi, Fable was something delicate, and he couldn’t let himself and the darkness that clawed at his own belly spread. He couldn’t let it crush Fable. “I get if you’re mad, so I’ll give you space if you want it. Or I’ll chat with you every night if that’s what you want. The apartment is yours, I’ll sign it over to you and pick up my things later.” And with that, he turned back to the river so that he could step out onto it, deciding to walk away before he ended up taking it all back. Much as it might not have seemed it, he didn’t do well when the people he cared about got emotional.

And in the past, he had stayed with people even after the spark in their relationship had died. Those people he had ended up resenting. Hating. He’d eventually sent them away, and they had become embittered to each other. Remi didn’t have ‘good’ exes. And he didn’t want that to be the case with Fable. Why he ever had thought he could do well in a relationship was totally beyond him.