Of Love and Death.

The Past Chapter 11: Wanting to Love Pt. 1

*siren emoji* WARNING THERE IS NOT JUST ANGST IN THIS CHAPTER THERE IS FLUFF! I REPEAT THERE IS THE SMALLEST BIT OF FLUFF! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! *siren emoji*

There's also angst, fear, Cold, hinting of violence, fear of someone being harmed and of someone dying, emotional breakdowns, a bit of guilt, and repercussions of toxic relationships.

But some fluff. Like five paragraphs of it before it becomes angst again.

     Blood was incredibly concerned. "What do you mean Mind ran out of the Orb, crying and freaking out. What the fudge happened, Talent," every single word that left Blood's fanged mouth was punctuated with venom. He very much wanted to know exactly what had happened, and how quickly he should go and punch Cold in the face.

     Annoyingly, Talent was very calm. Sure, he wasn't as calm as he was anytime, but he was still far too calm. He should be pacing back and forth, or at least wringing his hands, or giving some indication that something was wrong. The talented shadow could be sitting at a table eating breakfast for all the emotion he showed. And not even a good breakfast!

     There was a small creak as Talent sat down on the chair. His golden skirt folded underneath him, and Blood could see a bit of his fuzzy hooved leg. "I mean what I said. He told me to tell you, and I'm telling you. I don't know what happened. He just stuttered something about Cold, and then left as quickly as he came."

     Talent was perhaps the most normal shadow ever to walk the halls of the darker orb. He just looked like what you would think a shadow would look like. He was of average height, taller than Blood though. And with his arching antlers, he was much taller, a dark gold, only slightly darker than his yellow hair with that gleaming red stripe in it. And, of course, his deathly black eyes. "Fine," Blood growled. He knew it was Cold. He didn't need the exact details to go and find her.

     Of course, there was one small problem with that plan.

     Looking next to him, Blood saw the small problem standing with his arms crossed. Form was clearly just as upset as Blood himself, but also perhaps thinking a little bit better. Probably because he was reasonable enough to not go charging after Dark's right hand woman.

      Which was annoying. Why did Blood have to be dating someone with sense? He sighed.

      Then again, maybe Form was perfect for Blood. They both had just enough sense to balance the other out. Form to keep the other shadow from running off and being too heroic for his own good. And Blood to keep his boyfriend from stealing people's meals and worse. The kleptomaniac, Blood thought affectionately.

      "I can't just let this go, Form!" Blood exclaimed, knowing what the thief was going to say. That it was crazy. And dangerous. And what did Blood even hope to accomplish? The bloody shadow knew that Form felt the same way as he did, so why weren't they on the same page? Had Form just given up? He doubted it. It wasn't like the shadow to give up.

     Blood had to do something. Whatever Cold had done, he couldn't just let her get off scot free for it. Then she would never learn, and just do the same shitty thing to Mind again. What sort of leverage or game or whatever could she have even used against him? Blood's roommate had broken up with her, right? Had Mind been roped into staying with her somehow? That would definitely explain the shadow running away. Blood knew how panic and fear worked. You just wanted to get away from whatever was causing it all.

     Shifting on his feet, Blood wondered how to convince Form to let him go. Or even come with him. But before he could say anything, or even formulate a plan, he felt a gloved hand on his shoulder. It was Form. "Blood," The thief said quietly. Yet all of the anger he felt towards Cold was clearly there, under the surface. "You're far too headstrong. And normally I love that, but it's going to get you hurt right now." Darn it, Blood was melting to his date's reasonableness. "Listen. I agree that something needs to be done about that jerk, for lack of a better word. But you're mad. And you'll get hurt. I don't think Mind wants that." There was a pause, and then the hat wearing shadow spoke softer. "I know I don't."