Month: October 2018

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“You were grieving.” They still were, both of them. But… he didn’t remember much about his Uncle Nate from before Aunt Kathy died, but he knew Viv did. He knew his cousin remembered her dad before and after losing her mom. This wasn’t the same as losing a spouse, but he still didn’t want Hawk to think of them like that and he definitely didn’t want Milay to only know them like this. “But we can’t… We have to try… It’s never going to be okay but the kids still need us.”

August sighed heavily, curling in on himself once more. Even shifted, he couldn’t seem to feel anything but a deep, unsettling coldness that clung to every inch of his being. His teeth still felt weird in his mouth after finally being able to shift out of leopard form, the canines too sharp. It was just another reminder of what was lost. 

“I don’t…I don’t know how.”

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“Fine, but they need you. I can’t… do this alone.” He was barely holding himself together and it was only the fact that there were two other lives depending on him and August that had kept him from completely losing it. “You won’t hurt them. You wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

He let out a pained whine, millions of fights between the two of them still utterly clear in his memories. Chase had told him for years that the key word was always yet. 

“I’ve also never needed to be kept in chains before either.”

As soon as he turned 18, Zia legally changed his name from Christopher Carden to Zia Daniels before just leaving home. He had found a stack of letters his dad had sent to his mother (Helena only kept them because they had tips for dealing with his affinity for fire) and it really set him off. Mostly because his father asked about him constantly, wanted to be there, but Helena had always told Zia that his dad wanted nothing to do with him

@pettythieveswithpotential Feel free to yell at me because I know, I know, I’m RUDE.

Her hand hovered in front of the door, a million memories flooding her as she stood there. There was a time she didn’t have it knock, a time when she had the keys and could just walk right in. This used to be her home, and a part of her still ached over losing it. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t the same girl, wasn’t even the same species she had been. It didn’t matter that she had Jack and Katina for parents now. August was always going to be her dad. 

Swallowing hard, Layla knocked twice, lower lips already quivering as she waited, trying to keep herself from running. Coming home after so long was hard enough, but it pained her deeply to know that only one of her dads would ever get to have this moment. Chase should have gotten the same chance. 

August frowned as he neared the door, the scent strange enough to make his nose wrinkle. It was rare for anyone to show up there, even more so for it to be someone less than human. Still, he opened the door slowly, not expecting to see a ghost from his past standing there. 

“H-hi,” she mumbled, fingers tugging at a strand of her dark hair as she tried to meet his gaze without flinching. 

His knees gave out and he didn’t bother to try standing. She looked so fucking much like his kitten, sounded like her, but the scent was too different, too much like the boy that had taken his baby from him and it was fucking with his head. 

Hearing him whine broke something in the girl and she moved forward before hitting her knees hard, unable to keep from breaking down. 

“I’m so sorry, daddy, I’m so, so sorry,” she wept, wanting to cling to him like she had her entire first life. 

What resolve August had shattered at her words and he was scrambling forward, wrapping around the girl and hugging her as tightly as he could. He knew reincarnations happened, but he had never expected anyone to give him back his Aislynn. 

He couldn’t bring himself to speak over the swell of emotions, but he could, at the very least, give her this.

“I won’t go away again, I promise. I promise,” she choked out, burying her face against his chest. She had needed this more than she realized.