"The temperate man does not shun all pleasures, but those that are immoderate, and contrary to reason."
-Thomas Aquinas, Summa Theologica
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It was Zhenya hurting. Why was it hurting? Only he knows. TaekJoo has had enough already. So did Zhenya.
Zhenya was being tormented, distressed. His head was all over the place. At the back of his mind a similiar situation held close to his hearts. One he though of Once in a blue moon, yet he still gave it a though.
Wolf's strenght is in numbers. It is at its weakest being alone. In a famous russian fairytale, The Gray Wolf in Tsarevich Ivan, the Firebird and the Gray Wolf, helped a human, regardless of its natural apathy towards the human species.
The Wolf felt a strange sense of duty to revive Ivan, perhaps because despite rating Ivan's horse, he still mourned their parting?
He is a Wolf, he doesn't owe a human anything. This folk story was always strange to Zhenya. Distinct even.
Finally, Zhenya released his grip from TaekJoo in a matter of seconds. His eyes lay still on the red mark he left.
TaekJoo tilted his head. Is he feeling bad now? I can't read him at all.
Nevertheless, his plan originated in distracting Zhenya. The only thing he could think of actually having an impact was exactly what both of them perhaps want most, when the time comes. But maybe... he could do this another way. A calm settlement.
Both of them are now standing facing the other, TaekJoo looking up and Zhenya leaning down, who seemed to have recovered from his rare state of mind. Breaking the silence, TaekJoo spoke mindfully. Carefully picking his words
"I am not going to ask about your motives." Zhenya raises a brow.
"Who said I would tell you od you asked?"
TaekJoo lets out a sigh. There goes his manner again. "Not the point."
He shrugs without an answer. Zhenya speaks again, realising he doesn't plan on further involvement.
Silence.
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"Lets have a dinner."
Zhenya showes clear suspicion, upon hearing the words.
"What. Is it that weird, wanting to have a proper warm meal in days?"
Still no answer. Zhenyas brow seem to have flown into the sky with all that lifting.
"Not really. What is weird, is the person you picked to have dinner with." His shoulders are lifted, his head still leaning down to the sides with a smirk.
"I just..."
Shit... Maybe it is weird, considering we fought, almost had sex and he tried running away from him.
The Gray Wolf, who helped Ivan, felt quilt and remorse for eating his horse.
As the day continued, Ivan felt relieved as the two came to a settlement.
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"ZAIKA"
FanfictionThough it seems his past got swept under the rug, he could not be more wrong. What happens when the person who still haunts him to this day, finds his whereabouts? That one being the one and only Psikh Bogdanov.
