(MxM)Tales Of A Shifter (P2) - The Clan Celebration

Chapter 2 - Pressure

Chapter 2

Shoe-less and long traveled, with eyes and teeth just this side of beastly, he took one look at Brandon sighed and leaned against the frame of the doorway.

"So How is it...?" The Guardian began to ask him, his eyes, slit and feral, traveled across Brandon's face. "That I'm the one who's been out in the wilderness, hunting and eating thin air. While you...You look like you're the one who's about to fall over from starvation?" A clawed fingertip reached out and gently brushed a string of hair back from Brandons right ear sending a ridiculous ripple of awareness straight to his spine.

The act of leaning on the door frame brought him nearly face to face with Brandon so that the ever present scent of pine that clung to him was easy to catch as well as the smell of soil and sweat. The rumble of his voice....the slight hiss that tried to undercut his words....even the grace of his eyes....Brandon was instantly caught up in it all, like a shot of sugar to his system, a wealth of relief and happiness tried to grow.

"Your back!?" Brandon found himself starting to say, with a small smile, which Ezekiel returned and it was in that moment that Brandon caught himself, dropped the smile and steeped back from him. Shaking his head and letting the door swing open slightly as he released the knob. Instantly he realized that if the Guardian had returned...then the hunt was over.

"Why are you back? What happened!? Did you kill the Ghouls!?" Brandon asked him sharply.

Seemingly not put off by the quick change in Brandon's tone or facial expression Ezekiel cocked an eyebrow at him. "I'm pretty sure I asked you a question first." He said. "Mom says you've been without food for a few days now. Are you sick is that why your not eating?"

Brandon tossed up his hand. He was far more interested in the results of the Guardians hunt for the Ghouls just then. Not worried for food or what Ezekiel thought of him not eating. "I'm fine. I just didn't want to eat." He supplied superficially, then tilted his head at Ezekiel expectantly. "Now are you going to answer my question? What happened with the Ghouls?"

Once more Ezekiel looked at his face and sighed, but apparently deciding to drop the issue of food he stood up off of the door frame and rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, displacing the golden hair at his nape so that it fell forwards as he tilted his head and appeared to crack his neck.

"So you just didn't want to eat for three days? Ok? Man I don't know what to do with you sometimes....." he said softly, side stepping Brandon's question without any hesitation. Then for a second his gaze slipped over to the door that hung open. "On a side note, you know... you could invite me in, especially if you're just going to interrogate me for information."

At that suggestion Brandon fought not to flinch or roll his eyes. He had literally spent the last three days in that room, all alone, in isolation, unfit to be around any other living being and Ezekiel just wanted to waltz into his space...a space where Glen, his own mother, had almost met her end....multiple times.

The Guardians proximity may have secretly made Brandon giddy, but the shame....and guilt of what Brandon wanted to do would remain. Standing on the other side of that thresh hold was as close as Ezekiel need to be to a monster like him....not in Brandon's room. "I'm not inviting you in Ezekiel....I don't have to." Brandon rebuffed, with as cold of a tone as he could muster. Then getting an idea of what Ezekiel was doing Brandon gestured at him.

"Why are you ignoring my questions? Can't you tell me what's going on?"

With a heavy yawn, that showed off all six of the fangs that Ezekiel was still sporting he sighed and this time Brandon caught how slowly his eyes opened and closed.