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[The night before was fun. Mike and Paulo played the SNES, laughed, joked, watched movies, ate pizza and popcorn. Paulo drank some blood. And they went to bed in each other's arms after a warm make out session. It was a good night sleep. Even being a vampire, or maybe because of it, he realizes something is missing early. His eyes open and the bed is empty. He pats the spot next to him before sitting up. He can't hear Mike's heart beat. Did he go somewhere? How did he sneak out without Paulo realizing?
It's like he's-
Paulo's slow heart seizes with fear. He grabs his phone and quickly opens the network contacts. Scrolls through all the names. Then again backwards. And forwards one more time. Mike isn't on the list.
Mike isn't here anymore.
Paulo doesn't really need to breathe often anymore and yet he can't draw breath. He can't bring his lungs to work for what feels like forever. His feet move and pull him out of bed. He sees things in the room that are still here. The SNES, Mike's scarf, hung next to his own, Mike's iphone and his laptop. All left behind. Like Mike was leaving them for him. Did he know? Did he feel something and know he was leaving?
Why didn't he say anything? Or was it just random? The magic or whatever slipping and back Mike went to Roseville. To fucking Sandy. To a him that is stupid and fucking blind? To the him with Daisy.
Back home they have no future together. Back home, Mike won't remember any of this. Won't remember Paulo as he is now. Only the him that exists back home.
Paulo finds a bag and starts packing everything up carefully. His body feels heavy but he has to be gentle with these things. They're all he has left. He feels his eyes wanting to water but he fights back the tears. He stands and finds Mike's key to the apartment. He walks downstairs and turns in the key, letting the owner know the apartment is vacant again. He doesn't hear what the kind local ways. He sees that look in their eyes though. Pity at how he must look. He turns and leaves without another word.
Blossomcrown is pretty. He thinks back to walks with Mike and short runs. Just getting out together to enjoy the air and scenary. Especially at sunset so Paulo could be out and not in danger of the sun. The sun that is out. His jacket is in the bag in his hand. His hoodie too. Yet he doesn't notice. Not until his vampiric skin and fur hits its limit. He hisses and quickly dives into the alleyway to his right. He scrambles into the shadows and down a set of stairs to a locked door. He curls in on himself.
He stinks. Parts of his fur are singed black and he feels even heavier. His blood is slowing down. It feels like it's hardening like drying concrete. He has touch energy. He isn't really turning to stone but it feels like he is. He sits in his little alcove for hours. Waiting for the sun to set. Sitting with his boyfriends old belongings. Sitting with his emotions and stewing in his thoughts.
Paulo cries finally. He doesn't know how long it takes but he cries. Knees hugged to his chest, face buried in his arms. He cries until he feels empty. He wipes the mess at his cheeks in vain.
He looks even worse. Blood and water staining his white cheek fur.
He stands finally and walks up the stairs. The effort it takes feels monumental to move. Yet he does. He gets to the top and walks back out into the street. He puts one foot in front of the other all the way home. He unlocks the door and walks inside. He ignores any greetings. He walks to his room and closes the door. Back pressed to it, he slides down to the floor. Too heavy to move anymore. The weight of his heart too much.
His phone. He picks it up and types out a simple message.]
Mike went home. Guess I'm a lone Roseville warrior cat again.
[Paulo hits post and lets his arm drop. He sits alone in his room, with his bag of things, singed fur, and closes his eyes. He wishes he would wake up now in the bed with Mike next to him. But that's not going to happen. He's tired. So he just lets himself sleep there in his room. He'll answer any messages tomorrow.
Maybe.]
((OOC: Both action and text replies welcome.))
[The night before was fun. Mike and Paulo played the SNES, laughed, joked, watched movies, ate pizza and popcorn. Paulo drank some blood. And they went to bed in each other's arms after a warm make out session. It was a good night sleep. Even being a vampire, or maybe because of it, he realizes something is missing early. His eyes open and the bed is empty. He pats the spot next to him before sitting up. He can't hear Mike's heart beat. Did he go somewhere? How did he sneak out without Paulo realizing?
It's like he's-
Paulo's slow heart seizes with fear. He grabs his phone and quickly opens the network contacts. Scrolls through all the names. Then again backwards. And forwards one more time. Mike isn't on the list.
Mike isn't here anymore.
Paulo doesn't really need to breathe often anymore and yet he can't draw breath. He can't bring his lungs to work for what feels like forever. His feet move and pull him out of bed. He sees things in the room that are still here. The SNES, Mike's scarf, hung next to his own, Mike's iphone and his laptop. All left behind. Like Mike was leaving them for him. Did he know? Did he feel something and know he was leaving?
Why didn't he say anything? Or was it just random? The magic or whatever slipping and back Mike went to Roseville. To fucking Sandy. To a him that is stupid and fucking blind? To the him with Daisy.
Back home they have no future together. Back home, Mike won't remember any of this. Won't remember Paulo as he is now. Only the him that exists back home.
Paulo finds a bag and starts packing everything up carefully. His body feels heavy but he has to be gentle with these things. They're all he has left. He feels his eyes wanting to water but he fights back the tears. He stands and finds Mike's key to the apartment. He walks downstairs and turns in the key, letting the owner know the apartment is vacant again. He doesn't hear what the kind local ways. He sees that look in their eyes though. Pity at how he must look. He turns and leaves without another word.
Blossomcrown is pretty. He thinks back to walks with Mike and short runs. Just getting out together to enjoy the air and scenary. Especially at sunset so Paulo could be out and not in danger of the sun. The sun that is out. His jacket is in the bag in his hand. His hoodie too. Yet he doesn't notice. Not until his vampiric skin and fur hits its limit. He hisses and quickly dives into the alleyway to his right. He scrambles into the shadows and down a set of stairs to a locked door. He curls in on himself.
He stinks. Parts of his fur are singed black and he feels even heavier. His blood is slowing down. It feels like it's hardening like drying concrete. He has touch energy. He isn't really turning to stone but it feels like he is. He sits in his little alcove for hours. Waiting for the sun to set. Sitting with his boyfriends old belongings. Sitting with his emotions and stewing in his thoughts.
Paulo cries finally. He doesn't know how long it takes but he cries. Knees hugged to his chest, face buried in his arms. He cries until he feels empty. He wipes the mess at his cheeks in vain.
He looks even worse. Blood and water staining his white cheek fur.
He stands finally and walks up the stairs. The effort it takes feels monumental to move. Yet he does. He gets to the top and walks back out into the street. He puts one foot in front of the other all the way home. He unlocks the door and walks inside. He ignores any greetings. He walks to his room and closes the door. Back pressed to it, he slides down to the floor. Too heavy to move anymore. The weight of his heart too much.
His phone. He picks it up and types out a simple message.]
Mike went home. Guess I'm a lone Roseville warrior cat again.
[Paulo hits post and lets his arm drop. He sits alone in his room, with his bag of things, singed fur, and closes his eyes. He wishes he would wake up now in the bed with Mike next to him. But that's not going to happen. He's tired. So he just lets himself sleep there in his room. He'll answer any messages tomorrow.
Maybe.]
((OOC: Both action and text replies welcome.))
