Ethereal (boyxboy)

Ethereal (boyxboy)

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Emery is dead. He has been dead for 17 years now. And with being both friendless and an orphan comes the unfortunate feeling of loneliness. Even in the afterlife. Until one day he comes across a boy, who seems strangely facinating. Soon Emery finds himself observing this particular boy so often that the feelings of facination gradually turns into something different. something stronger. Matthew Wilson has it all, or so it seems. His parents won't speak to each other, or even look at at one another. His older brother is rarely at home, and even if he was, Matthew wouldn't know what to say to him. Even his friends feel like strangers; he can count on one hand how many meaningful conversations he's had with them. He simply wants somebody, anybody, to see him, not just look at the average, semi-popular footballplayer he seems to be to everyone else.
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Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

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