𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚊 & 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚖 (𝚋𝚡𝚋)

25:Twilight??

                                                                     Twilight??

"He is powerful" a laughed broke out from the dark; the sound melodious and filled with mirth.

"Do you know what I felt when I touched him?" clinks and clanks echoed around the darkened room; like they were searching for something. the voice didn't wait for a reply. "Pure.... white and gold" a wistful sigh.

Elrid squinted his eyes; Why can't I see anything??

"I want him.... his heart is...." something dark seeped into that melodic voice... envy?? "I haven't felt something that peculiar in decades" a loud thud and a giggle. "Found it!" another clutter thuds.

"Do you know what that's mean my daughter??" silence. Another sigh. This time much more exasperated.

"I want him." the voice demanded. Now gone was the sweet saccharine voice. the threat rang clear in the silence. Who are they talking about?? What are they-

A white ceiling filled his field of vision. Elrid blinked. Wait, was that a dream?? Or memory?? they were talking about.... Wait what were they talking??? He groaned. Whatever he saw, he can't remember anything. Something was keeping him from reminiscing it. He can recall something about pure and.... Pure what???

"What the fuck did I see??" clutching his head, he groaned. An headache blooming with force a tornado.

There was some rustling, then a familiar gruff voice trickled his ear. "What did you see Bambi??"

"I don't know Caleb" he snapped. "that's why I'm- "wait Caleb???

And lo and behold, there he stood-his MIA boyfriend- looking at him with a smile so forced, that was borderline psychotic. Elrid's ebony widened; with the one-month-old stubble and tired stormy eyes, Caleb looked different. Drained. Elrid was ready to bolt out of the bed and onto his boyfriend's arms, ask him what the hell happened to him to make him look so... wearied.

Until he remembered the last time he saw the said boyfriend. And how he spent the following days in a pity party. Just because he ghosted him. not for some hours or day. months. Fucking months. Now he wanted to smack that worn-out smile off his face.

"What are you doing here??" he hissed, eyes flickering towards the closed door. that's when he noticed the unfamiliar room. "Wait!! where the hell am I??"

"it's our clinic"

"You have clinic!!!???" Elrid screeched. Then coughed.

Caleb winced. "don't strain your voice, Bambi." Filling a glass with water, the brunet continued. "It's not our- eh, not really. Its near my home"

Maybe he was more sensitive than he thought. But when he heard the word 'home' all he could recall was his friend's evasiveness whenever he questioned it. And Caleb's shrugs when he questioned about his home. Bitterness filled him. "Oh, how generous of you to finally take me to your so-called home. Too bad I don't want to be here." Ignoring the glass that held out to him, he threw off the blanket from his body. Cold seeped into him, making him shiver. If it was somewhere else, he would've enjoyed the warmth while sipping hot chocolate. Too bad he wasn't in the mood for it though.

"Or anywhere near you" hissing, he lifted his right hand to rip the IV needle. It didn't budge, like someone tied his hands down. "What the-" he couldn't help but gasp at the cuff on his hand, linking his wrist and the bedpost. Someone fucking did!!! "-fuck is this???" he snapped his eyes to Caleb; the ebony eyes so cold and harsh that the male couldn't help but flinch.