Someone You Loved | Flashback
I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy I need somebody to heal,Ā to know, to have, to hold
The ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway was enough to make his left eyebrow twitch. Every motion rang throughout his apartment, shattering the silence on repeat. It was deafening. Any minute now and his ears would bleed from the sound, or maybe his eyes. Perhaps, if he was lucky, his head would explode. Anything had to be better than this. This sinking, end of the world feeling that had taken up residence within him since she left. It just waltzed on into his chest cavity, BYO seating and all, planted itās ass and has remained, taunting him ever since.
That feeling that she shouldnāt have left on her own- hell, she shouldnāt have left at all. Braeden had stayed long enough for the gashes in her face to heal to scars before accepting another mission. Countless nights were spent tending to the wounds, to her every need. Braeden wasnāt the type to wake up screaming but this time... the horrors of the night had gotten to her. It was a call just that little bit too close to bounce back from with a peppy smile and can-do attitude, a close call the older hunter felt deep in his soul.
He could hear her screams in his mind sure as if she were still here. The terror that filled her as she thrashed in her sleep, countered by the sudden calm that always came as his arms wrapped around her, reminding her that she was alive, she was safe, she was home. His heart skipped a beat at the thought. Sheād stayed here most nights during her recovery and Ric wouldnāt have it any other way. Heād needed to keep a close eye on her, to make sure she was guarded and well tended, for his own sake as much as hers. But now... now she was gone and that deafening sound was crashing in on him.
Now the day bleeds into nightfall And you're not here to get me through it all I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug
He should have stopped her this time, every fibre of his being told him that Braeden leaving was a bad fucking idea. The same voice spoke to him every time she left but what if this time, she didnāt return. The universe gave him a solid idea of what life was like without her and it wasnāt the kind of life Alaric was prepared to face.Ā There was an ache in his chest and her absence was the root of the problem... she was the cause and the cure all at once and there was nothing he could do about it.
The screen of his cell lit up from idle stroking, heād been thumbing the pad for the better part of an hour, contemplating whether or not to send a message, to check in. Braeden wasnāt a spirit to be tamed, wasnāt one to stay in New Orleans- or anywhere for that matter, for very long and he wasnāt going to tell her otherwise... but every gut instinct he had was shouting at him to reach out and make sure she was okay, to see it with his own eyes that she was safe from harm.
It was a false sense of comfort given what they did. Sheād never truly be safe and heād never truly be able to protect her. In the dim glow of the moonlit space before him, Alaric could picture her presence. Sure as if she was really there. That disapproving look at his misplaced concern for her well being, that perfect body standing tall and proud, that devil may care grin that heād fallen so in love with... God, he was pathetic.
And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes I fall into your arms I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around
Tossing his cell to the side, his head dropped into his hands, staring at the lines of the floor like they were the answers to the worlds problems. He groaned into the abyss, desperate for any kind of distraction. The hunter was getting old, going out of his mind with worry that was ageing him faster than it should. Surging up from his seat, he found the nearest bottle. Wasnāt sure whether it was scotch or bourbon, didnāt really give a fuck either... nor did he bother with a glass. Bringing the tip of it to his lips, he took a hard swig on the way to the bathroom and several more as clothes fell from his body, disrobing entirely before stepping under a scorching hot spray.
He groaned at the feel of the water as it hit his skin, seeping into his aching body like a soothing touch in a quiet moment. Closing his eyes, he stood with a palm planted firmly against the slowly heating tiles of the shower wall, losing himself to his thoughts. He thought of a life in which she never left, he thought of a world in which she was standing in this shower with him. Her hands roaming his body and not the water. He felt his cock harden at the thought. A heavy hand slid down his body, closing around the thick length as images of her swam around his consciousness.
Alaric pumped hard against his cock, guttural groans escaping him as he allowed his mind to give in to the pleasure. The hard muscles of his abs flexed as he worked himself to the brink of orgasm. Thinking about those perfect lips saying his name, or wrapped around the length of him as he worked her, instead. Alaric didnāt bother fighting the tidal wave of pleasure as it swept over him, his orgasm slamming into his psyche as thick ropes of cum splashed against the tiles he was leaning against. On the bed behind him, the screen of his discarded cell lit up, her name flashing across it. He was too wrapped up in his ministrations to know or care about anything else...Ā
I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved















