This choice: Reed lies slightly, saying he caught up with a friend and lost track of time • Go Back...Chapter #6So... is that technically a Red Lie? by: Unknown Reed knew he had to explain his absence somehow, but he definitely wasn't about to tell his mom he'd been making out with a big male wolf. That was a whole batch of secrets he didn't want getting out any time soon. Luckily, he had a fallback he'd thought of beforehand; it was important to have an alibi when you're secretly courting a creature of the woods.
"Uh... Well, I ran into a friend I haven't seen in a while, and I guess I just lost track of time. Sorry, mum..." He muttered, putting on a sad face as he looked at her. Man, if Meign could see him now, he'd probably make some joke about him trying to look so cute and innocent. He could practically hear the wolf's deep-throated, gravelly chuckle in his head; there'd be a few teasing comments, and he'd shove his lover right in that bulky, furry, handsome chest of his. They'd start wrestling and roll around in the fresh snow, batches of icy white clumping to their bodies as they grunted and growled and tossed teases and comments back and forth. And finally, they'd roll to a stop, right under the thick trunk of a huge oak, and he'd look into those deep, luminous, icy silver orbs and lean in, their hot breaths fogging up and forming clouds that melted away into the winter air. Their lips would get closer and his cheeks would flush with hot blood and red color; maybe Meign would blush too (it was almost impossible to tell under that thick black fur of his). He could almost taste those warm, almost leather-like black lips against his soft, pinkish lips as Meign's rough, padded hands would slip down the back of his pants and-
"Reed?"
He snapped out of his daydream and back to reality, blinking as he looked back to his mother, who looked just as confused as he was disappointed that his daydream wasn't real right now. He put his innocent face back on and smiled sweetly. “Uh, sorry, mum, I was just thinking of something.”
“I asked you who you were with.”
“Oh, um, it was, uh, Thomas Candle. You know, the baker’s son? We met when I was on my way home and he was out collecting firewood. I stopped and helped him with the chopping and carrying it back.” Thank the gods for a quick wit. Luckily, he’d covered for Thomas sneaking off with the mayor’s daughter for a very obvious roll in the hay, so he could call in this favor to cover his tracks. “Um, in fact, I’m actually a little tired. I’m just going to go to my bed and get some rest.”
He pulled away from his mother and walked off to his room, leaving the basket for the two of them. As much as he loved his mother, he really wanted to have some privacy at the moment, and he was actually quite tired from all that playing. Meign might be huge and... incredibly masculine, but damned if that wolf didn’t have the energy and mischievous playfulness of a puppy.
As he walked away, his mind tuned out their voices as his mother and Leon. He walked through the kitchen and climbed the ladder in the short alcove between the kitchen and his mother’s bedroom. He took off his red coat, folding it and affectionately setting it down on a small table beside a half-spent candle and a small bag of coins. It was the only thing he had from his father, who died a few years ago, before they even lived in this village. He remembered warm summer days spent hunting together and cool autumn evenings where he would be taught how to navigate by the stars or which berries were okay to eat. In fact, most of what Reed knew, he’d learned from his dad. The hooded crimson cloak was a gift on his twelfth birthday, shortly before that terrible fire, and it had been made a bit bigger by his dear mother from time to time to suit his growing body. At seventeen, Reed was starting to look much like his father, and he wondered whether he was going to grow that beard that he remembered so well. His mind occasionally wandered to what his dad would think of him and Meign. He didn’t know what his mother would think, either, but he definitely knew what kind of reaction the rest of the village would have. All those stories he teased Meign about, all that hate circulating around the differences and hatred between the wolves and the humans...
He sighed and gently patted the coat. “I miss ya, dad...” He collapsed on his bed, a huge pile of straw, and looked out the small crack in the ceiling at the sky as it began its slow change from a hue of warm bursts of reds and yellows and purples to a white-speckled sheet of deep, dark blue. And as Reed closed his eyes and slowly drifted into the warm embrace of sleep, he wondered where Meign was at that very moment, and whether he was thinking of him...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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