#wither.event

giles was never truly lost in this world. the weyrwolf knew exactly who he was and what he could accomplish with those who wanted to be there for him. the key point was acceptance and allowing himself to be loved. yes, he’ll still wonder around this town completely aloof but he can now be more open to human experiences.

“clad all in white, upon a violet bank i saw thee half reclining; while the moon fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses and on thine own, upturn'd-alas, in sorrow.”

“Shadow is ever besieged, for that is its nature. Whilst darkness devours, and light steals. And so one sees shadow ever retreat to hidden places, only to return in the wake of the war between dark and light.” 

but the truth is, the world didn’t change - we did. we are no longer interested in superficial bullshit, we don’t feel like the rest of the people anymore, we don’t get offended by stupid things but we do get frustrated by reality. once macaulay learned to conquer this deep within himself, no one would ever kill his vibe and opened himself up to the “concept” of romance. yes, sometimes it was dark, sensual, and chaotic but it was overflowing with love, patience, and the desire to take care of someone else's needs before his own. 

only recently had the man even accepted his sexuality and the thought that gender played no part in his own deep-seed infatuation amused him. was he ready for a full-blown romance? kindly, no. however - henri could lay in his bed tangled with another stranger as he tried his very damndest to feel human, maybe even validated.

it wasn’t often one would see a motorcycle gang celebrating pride in a town that historically never participated. then again, deadwoods finest always seemed to surprise him. these were the same folks that took him in at the age of seven and gave him a support system. he owed them more then they could ever realize and it was them who forced him out to celebrate with them. one of the female pack members even coaxed him into her salon chair and dyed his hair from it’s natural flaming red to a sultry silver color that actually impressed him. dressed in grey sweatshirt that read, “feed the good wolf,” with a pride symbol under the wording - giles couldn’t help but chuckle some. as music blared throughout the streets of dell rapids, the man lost himself in the music and just continued to dance on his own. as sweat beaded on his brow, giles made use of towel he’d been given from a local vendor and wiped it away. the man was clearly here to have fun and so it caught him off guard when someone stepped behind him, tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to dance. “sure thing.” he smiled not caring who it was that asked him.

sidors lodge was a perfect headquarters for a weekend of fun. this was his very first time attending pride and he was eager to explore what was promised to be an adventure of a lifetime. alone and on his own, bram got dressed in an outfit that would make him feel more comfortable within a street full of colorful people. when he thought about pride and what this represented, there came a smile to his features as a tongue raked over his bottom lip. already the man had started to drink and immediately knew another drink was in order. in fact - he shared no shame in doing a shot with a group of college students who happened to wave him over and compliment on his overall “everything.” flattering as this was, bram smiled a devilish grin and down the shot that was obtained just for him. trading numbers with the crew, abraham waved them goodbye and set off deeper into the streets of dell rapids. it wasn’t until he got lost in the massive crowd that he ventured towards the sidelines and settled in at a sidewalk bar. “i knew this place would be crowded but i never realized this many attractive people existed in our town.” he chuckled as he ordered a beer and one for his neighbor.