feyseunghunâ:
ââ weight of living âÂť
there are several things that cross his mind as he remains in his stance, processing the younger, the smaller wolfâs words. he also ensures to remember very well that he is not here for his own wellbeing - after all, he would not get dragged out of the depths for what the witch pulled as as a pseudo half threat with inklings of a favour for no reason at all. heâs here because it benefits boa. and thereâs probably hope that it wonât be an utter waste of time. he would not have come out during a time like this if it was not important. especially seemingly lone, this is a vulnerable time yet this boaâŚÂ made it a priority to come out here. his jaw clicks, as seunghunâs eyes stray away from boa only to think. âiâm glad you are being logical about it.â because there is no way he can turn anyone back. witches couldnât even do that. no one could do that. once a wolf, always a wolf alive, or plain olâ dead in the ground. the words sound so dry, sarcastic but he means them at face value. he is glad boa is being logical about this.
âalright,â slowly nodding. heâs agreeable, his shoulders stop hunching, the tension leaving them (despite being ready to snap at any second if the two misstep around one another.) ââŚiâm willing to give this a try. the investigator did not tell me enough. only that i had to be here.â looking sideways before glancing back at boa, he moves forward as well to meet boa step by step. he owes him that much. even if by pack code, he owes him nothing. itâs a personal decision. âunwillingly, and unknowingly, you have been put into this shift of lifestyle due to me. if you need assistance, or explanations⌠i can help you. but it seems you have been faring well enough. for starters, you are alive.â and not by bare minimum means, after all - the wolf had hired a private investigator. first things first, seunghun must ask. âhave you been recruited into a pack?â
The suspense keeps his body wound tight as Boa waits, watching and attempting to anticipate the reaction of the wolf before him. Itâs difficult to coalesce the terrors having reigned over him for months on end with the man heâs been presented with; slight in frame though expressive, appearing calm, reflective even as Boa holds no doubt heâs being scrutinized, threat-level no doubt mercilessly assessed. His gaze remains fixed, his focus singular even beyond the moment when he can see the shift, sense the difference - small changes in the otherâs posture, the air between them flowing freely into his own lungs as the tension seems to dissipate at least partially. âThank you.â The words fall light as a breeze, his steps still tentative as he continues closing the distance, breaching the lighter atmosphere with a palpable relief. âThank you.â
âIâm alone, Iâve never had a pack.â Itâs surrendered readily, prioritized as if to appease the other wolf, although heâs aware of the particular vulnerability of his status and the risk it brings with it to reveal it. As if realizing this, thereâs a slight wince, small, but perceivable where they now stand opposite each other, closer than before. Boaâs eyes trail over him again as if memorizing, an effort both to reassure himself and battle the few bloodied recollections he has of the man. âIâm only alive because someone found me and saved me - but theyâre not a werewolf, they canât... help me with that. I donât know much at all. Iâm lucky itâs someone with enough resources to physically⌠contain me somewhere, duringâŚâ He trails off, throat constricting with an odd emotion as he remembers, as he recognizes it as one of the first times heâs ever spoken of the full moon. Itâs one of his first attempts to put into words the intense mix of pain, power, instinct - the shame thatâs clawed its way into him with every frenzied night spent surrounded by metal, concrete. Alone. Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Boa hopes heâs understood, bowing his head in a slow nod before meeting the other wolfâs gaze again. âI canât take it any longer. I need your help.â














