02-21-2020, 01:19 AM
Continued from Sisters of the Moon
Attention @"Sage" and @"Jaxen Marveet"
Aiden and Sage sat in the back of the limo, idling outside of Jaxen Marveet’s high rise. How long they had been there, Aiden did not know. Cooper had taken them towards Aiden’s estates out of the city, but as soon as Rowan’s bonds had melted away, Aiden had his driver change direction. They sped along the highway like a bat out of hell as Aiden turned into a blubbering mess, clutching to Sage and letting a torrent fall from his eyes.
What had come over Rowan? Who was that man and that woman? Something was wrong, that much was clear. After years of reading the true crime genre, Aiden was certain that she was kidnapped by the pair and perhaps suffering from Stockholm syndrome. That had to be it; that was the only thing that made sense.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have avoided her for so long? Maybe it was his own actions that had driven her away? But that would imply that she was not kidnapped and that everything she had said and done was of her own volition. That hurt even more.
Aiden had been crying so long and so hard that a migraine had formed, holding his skull in a vice grip. He pulled away from Sage, who now looked half drenched due to Aiden’s outburst.
“I’m sorry, babe,” Aiden said as he fussed with his boyfriend’s damp shirt, “I’m a fucking mess.”
Sage was probably wondering why they were here, Aiden hadn’t explained; although Sage might have been able to guess. The last time Aiden suffered trauma from a relationship, he had escaped to the CCD. At least this time the trip was planned before the ‘break up.’ It wouldn’t completely look like Aiden was running away from his problems again.
Attention @"Sage" and @"Jaxen Marveet"
Aiden and Sage sat in the back of the limo, idling outside of Jaxen Marveet’s high rise. How long they had been there, Aiden did not know. Cooper had taken them towards Aiden’s estates out of the city, but as soon as Rowan’s bonds had melted away, Aiden had his driver change direction. They sped along the highway like a bat out of hell as Aiden turned into a blubbering mess, clutching to Sage and letting a torrent fall from his eyes.
What had come over Rowan? Who was that man and that woman? Something was wrong, that much was clear. After years of reading the true crime genre, Aiden was certain that she was kidnapped by the pair and perhaps suffering from Stockholm syndrome. That had to be it; that was the only thing that made sense.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have avoided her for so long? Maybe it was his own actions that had driven her away? But that would imply that she was not kidnapped and that everything she had said and done was of her own volition. That hurt even more.
Aiden had been crying so long and so hard that a migraine had formed, holding his skull in a vice grip. He pulled away from Sage, who now looked half drenched due to Aiden’s outburst.
“I’m sorry, babe,” Aiden said as he fussed with his boyfriend’s damp shirt, “I’m a fucking mess.”
Sage was probably wondering why they were here, Aiden hadn’t explained; although Sage might have been able to guess. The last time Aiden suffered trauma from a relationship, he had escaped to the CCD. At least this time the trip was planned before the ‘break up.’ It wouldn’t completely look like Aiden was running away from his problems again.
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