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ART: @para-parasitosis

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Previously @\wandererundeadd, @\griffworks

Officially today, things have changed for me. As my new name indicates, I am now the simblr FORMERLY KNOWN AS the gay bachelor.

Yes, someone was crazy enough to take the risk and we are starting 2021 as a couple!!

Nothing changes, but the name. as the stories will still be here and yes, I am planning the gay bachelor challenge 2021 sometime in the late spring!!!

I haven't done one of these in a while and well, why not right? Been a wild time recently and I hadn't been inspired to work on this fic until recently so have a small excerpt from what I think will be the next chapter?

Tagged by the lovely @pinkfadespirit !

Drawing breath felt like an impossible task; his throat was tight, his lungs refused to expand, and his chest burned. Despite it, Wyatt still maintained a level voice and a steady gaze as he looked on at both his brother and Warden Stroud, who had fallen silent after his explanation.

“So you’re saying that all of you - the Wardens - are hearing this, this calling. And they think they’re dying?” There was a twitch in his palm as ice pricked the exposed fingertips of his left hand. “And no one thought to inform me of this?”

Carver’s eyes landed briefly on him before dropping his gaze in some attempt to hide the guilt that was still visible on his face like he knew what was going to come next. 

A firm hand on his shoulder made him snap his head to the side to look at his father. Malcolm’s face was a stone mask as he stared down Stroud, but Wyatt could see the subtle cracks threatening to reveal the concern beneath the hard-line frown.

“That seems like too important a detail not to share, Warden. Especially since my boy is amongst your ranks.”

“I can handle myself. Did just fine without you all these years...” Carver’s bitterness did nothing for his mounting anxiety. He leveled a glance at his brother who only returned it with a sour face.

This was going about as smoothly as anyone could expect, all things considered...

The rest of the conversation was a blur, muffled sounds that barely registered. He heard what Stroud said about the other Wardens following Commander Clarel’s lead and how he had protested the ritual, denouncing the idea as nothing short of madness only for his fellow men to turn on him. He heard it, but he could not process or make sense of it.

His mind was too busy, lost in the memory of his lover’s face contorted in misery, of blue Fade light threading through the man’s skin as he wrestled with the voice of the enemy in his head. Lead lined his gut as he recalled eyes like ethereal blue-fire boring into him wordlessly only moments before lashing out. Wyatt had no choice but to defend himself back then, much as it was a knife in his heart ever to consider hurting Anders.

“Son?” His father’s voice pierced the fog that had filled his mind and chased away the haunting recollection. “Are you alright?”

Not by a wide country mile, no, but Wyatt just shook his head, waved away the concern with a frown and turned back toward the entrance. “I need some air.”

😩 So this is a thing. Yay for awkward revelations! Anyway hope you enjoyed and I hope to get back to this thing soon.