[KinnPorsche] Tangled white

Tangled white

It is midnight when Kinn comes back to his bedroom. The shower he took was hot and long enough to wash off all bloodstains along with their decay smell, but not the exhaustion which is heavy lengthwise his limps and light in his head. Feral or half-feral state always wears him to the bone.

Kinn lets out a sigh, the stress from the span of this month finally deflates, it'd decreased a bit with the hatred since he meted out revenge against those hunters. Right now, the only thing he needs is Porsche.

He aches to fall and be picked up piece after piece by the gentleness of his boyfriend. To crawl onto their bed, sink in the mountain of blankets and pillows. To hold Porsche close and tight, listen to his heartbeat, nuzzle his hair, and bathe himself in their entwining scents. Their pure scent, Kinn and Porsche, not the nasty bitter one of dark magics, or the smell of antiseptic from the hospital. His inner wolf would be very much happy to curl into a big furball in the comfort of Porsche's presence.

Kinn can feel his wolf – his primal instinct - perking its ears and starting to wag its tail as a fucking pet dog at the thought of Porsche. Totally unashamed and lacks modesty for such a prideful creature; however, it's highly understandable. He's in no place to judge anyway.

The light is still on as Kinn opens the door. If he listens carefully, he can hear some soft fuss coming from the TV. Strange, his boyfriend is supposed to go to bed hours ago.

"Porsche?"

He calls, lightening his steps as quietly as possible. There is no weird smell in the air, nor does his gut act up. The mood is perfectly calm, like all normal terror-free nights.

Kinn understands, there is nothing to worry about.

Indeed, Porsche is dozing off on the sofa, cuddling against Detux the guard wolf, who raises his head the instant Kinn walks in. His person must be weary, like Kinn, he's just been discharged from the hospital this morning. Although his health is better now, Porsche is still tired out more easily than normal. Brilliant light from the TV lines out the exquisite curves of his body. His face buries in Detux's grey fur, so Kinn can only watch quietness landing on his cheekbone and the arch of his shoulder.

The canine stares at his pack alpha with keen, owlish blue eyes, before dipping his head in respect. It's always hilarious seeing his leading guard wolf become so docile around Porsche. It's the highest acknowledgment of pack members to their future second in command, also their alpha's partner in life.

Porsche stirs, rubbing his face against Detux, absent-minded. Kinn can't help chuckling.

"...K...Kinn?"

"Yes, it's me." He whispers back, bending down to comb his fingers into his dark hair, by the way turning off the TV. "Why are you lying here? You can get a cold."

Porsche rolls on his back, the light seems to hurt his eyes because he frowns, then squints them open. Detux wiggles off the sofa so Kinn can take his place beside his boyfriend, his shadow shields his eyes from the light.

"Cn't sleep. Bed's cold." Porsche slurs, still trying to wake up.

Part of Kinn wants to taunt back Is this warmer here, however, another part – the bigger one – gets what Porsche says. Porsche was kidnapped, almost killed, then had to stay in hospital for a whole week, it's kind of cruel to make him sleep alone again.

It would be cruel to Kinn, too.

The bandage is stark white compared to Porsche's wheatish skin, sticking out under his wide collar like a prickle to Kinn's eyes. The medic witches, a.k.a doctors, said there will be scars on his torso. The wound caused by dark magic is always hard to heal, especially in the case of human skin and flesh.