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chatzy archive backed June

Chatzy Archive of VEry Important happenings I simply forgot to post

In which Malon, Sage, Wat and Wilder have a pleasantly chill time before Wat ruins everything with a lost relic of Wilder’s...

@wildxhayes @sage-syke @thesingingelfstar

Wat: Wat being in 'a bit of a mood' wasn't exactly big news, or even news. He had his moods. The reason why he was in a mood was... rather singular in his 700 and pennies years of living. He shouldn't have been moody and that was making him moody. It was his fault, all of it, his problems with Wilder. And yet he was angry... with himself, yes, but also with Wild. Just being here. Reminding him he'd fucked up so badly. That he had so many problems he would have rather run away from. And not eating in about a week wasn't exactly helping either. And when Wat got hungry and moody, he prowled walking the campus at all hours of the night instead of going to some willing slave at the blood bar... ((Whoever joins can decide where they are.))

Lukeer

joined the chat 7 days ago

Malon

joined the chat 7 days ago

Malon

: ((would the lounge be a good spot? or the beach?

Wat

: (Either one! 🙂 )

Malon

: ((hmmm lounge it is

Malon

: Malon was alone in the lounge kind of in the mood to be himself by dancing alone with loud music. He took his speaker with him and played whatever was on the radio dancing to himself. No formal or precise dancing just feeling whatever his body was in the mood for. It has been a while since he danced like this and since it was summer vacation he can do this more often.

Sage

(Persephone) joined the chat 7 days ago

Wat

: ((BTW listening to groovy-dark Jack Sworetti is really perfect for moody Wat LOL)) Wat ventured towards the lounge, hearing music, annoyingly loud, meant someone was inside at any rate. He opened the door, his dark mood ever so slightly darker, however on the fence he was about seeing Malon. A nice elf, but ...a bit of a tease. Which Wat only when he was specifically in the mood to be teased. It was nice the elf was having a nice time... Wat crossed the room, rather pointedly picking up Malon's personal speaker and turning it down, though not off, placing it back down and venturing towards the bar without so much as a hello.

Malon

: Hearing his music turned down it snapped him out of his mood and before he was going to complain he saw it was Wat that did it walking to t he bar without saying anything. "Oh hey there Wat I didnt hear you come in. Sorry if my music was too loud for you." He was panting a bit from his dancing walking up to the bar to grab himself a drink as well. He saw the vampire was in a mad mood. "Whats up with you mate? Had a bad day or something?"

Sage

: Sage was coming back from work when he heard music in the lounge. Smiling softly, he made a beeline for the lounge where he saw them. "Hi," He said feeling the mood was a bit odd in the room. He walked into the lounge more, going to grab a water bottle.

Wat

: "Something like that..." Wat said, still a bit testy, though the apology was noted with a small nod. He fixed himself a glass of blood wine. It wouldn't set him entirely right, but it was enough. And he was far old enough that even two weeks without wouldn't be starving himself. He looked up, seeing someone else join them. Sage... he thought that was right. He didn't think he'd met this one formerly. "You're a pixie, aren't you? How'd you like to come home with me tonight?" Wat asked Sage with a bit of a leveled look before pouring his wine.

Malon

: "Hello." He looks back to see Sage and waves at him before hearing Wat asking the other person to join him tonight. Grabbing his whiskey he goes back to the couches and flops down turning the music up a bit louder but not too loud to not hear conversations. "Be careful that man can be a bit 'handsy' at times." Obvious giving a friendly tease looking at the vampire with a wink and a smile.

Sage

: Sage's gaze snapped to Wat's when he addressed him. "Yes, I'm a pixie, sir. I'm Sage," he said. "I can come home with you if that is what you want. I don't mind," He smiled, before looking at Malon. "Hello, Malon. I don't mind handsy."

Wat

: Wat gave Malon a somewhat curious look, not nearly as irritated as he was before now that he had a prospect, and a pixie no less, to take home. That would lift his mood, considerably, he was sure of it. "I'm a perfect gentleman. It's not my fault you're a prude, Malon." Wat shot, though not harshly, not entirely. He smiled, a bit tightly, to Sage, "I'm Wat Fletcher. The acting teacher."

Sage

: Sage looked between the two of them, laughing lightly. "It is nice to meet you, Mr. Wat. Acting teacher? That must be really fun, I haven't seen a lot of movies, but the ones I have are great. And I have friends that are into acting."

Malon

: "Oh how insulting of you Mr. Wat to be sooo rude." He sticks out his tongue switching positions to lay on his back and kicking his feet on the armrest of the couch vibing to his own music.

Wat

: "Haven't you ever seen a play?" Wat looked curious, unable to help the slight snobbish air his question possessed. He smirked slightly at Malon's remark, already his mood lifting ever so slowly. He continued speaking to Sage, "You ought to come to the next play we do. Or even audition if you'd like. Though, we're going to do Shakespeare for the summer if GRace and I can get together and decide on which play..."

Malon

: "Dont do Romeo and Juliet please that one is overdone too many times." Malon waves his hand in the air finishing his whiskey before getting up and walking back to the bar for a refill.

Sage

: "I've been in plays, but they were sex plays and I was the only person in them, so maybe that doesn't count. I've seen plays in Paris before, and there was a Christmas one last year." He said taking a seat on the floor in front of the sofa. "I like Shakespeare. Hamlet is my favorite," he said.

Wat

: "This isn't high school literature class," Wat chuckled a little at Malon's quite right complaint. His eye brows shot up at Sage's mention of 'one man sex plays' and he turned his full attention to the pixie. Who was looking more delicious by the minute. Wat followed him, sitting next to him, stretching his legs out, clad in tight black jeans and the classic black Beatles ankle boots, topped with a black Rolling Stones teeshirt. "Hamlet is my favorite too, usually. Good taste." He patted Sage's head gently in praise. "Go back, though, sex plays?"

Sage

: "Hamlet was one of the first stories I read in English. I normally read happier things, but I always go back to the play and read it dozens of times." He said drinking some of his water. "Have you seen a lot of Romeo and Juliet plays done?" He asked Malon before looking back at Wat. "Yes plays where I dress up and be different people and then have sex with my master and his friends."

Malon

: "That is a um interesting play there Sage......" Never thought it could be a real thing or was it an excuse to just fuck him around with other people. "were you okay with that?"

Wat

: "You had a master before coming here?"Wat looked down at the pixie, stroking his hair, hoping it was nothing to worry over. "How do you like the island then? Is it troubling or comforting, everything that goes on here?"

Sage

: "Yes, I had two masters before coming here. Not at the same time though." He said grinning as he touched his hair. "I didn't mind the plays, I had lines to read and it helped me learn to read and it made my master and his friends happy," He said. "I like it here. I like school and my job and lots of friends and being helpful to masters."

Wat

: Wat gave a shrug, looking to Malon, obviously not too worried over the fact if Sage seemed slright with it. At least for now. He didn't see the need to prod further about it. "Nothing wrong with a little role playing..."

Malon

: "Just a curious thing is all. But whatever makes you happy." He shrugs back sipping his whiskey feeling a bit warm all over his body.

Sage

: "I don't mind role-playing. It's nice to make other people happy and I like it. Do you both like role-playing?"

Malon

: "I uh dont like too many physical affection from people I dont know. I have a weird thing about sexual stuff, not that im opposed to it just want to do it with someone I fully trust."

Wat

: "Honey, I'm the acting teacher..." Wat chuckled and looked to Malon, shaking his head. He hadn't minded keeping his hands to himself at the time, having Malon over. But being more practical, he spoke a bit bluntly, "It would be wise to get over that sooner rather than later, dear. We're due for some magical mischief making."

Malon

: "Well when I feel comfortable around you and know you wont do anything shitty then I'll open up." He did like the vampire and how respectful he was the last time they hanged out but he still wasnt comfortable enough to expose himself just yet.

Sage

: "That's nice to want to trust someone first." Sage never had the option, and, to him, the best way to trust someone is if they are nice to him during sex. "Have you not had a lot of sex then?"

Malon

: "Its been a while........the last time I had sex besides halloween was back home and it didnt end too well." Malon got quiet remembering his home and frowning to himself. "I dont mind some touching but not sexual."

Wat

: "Malon, I'm not being bitchy just because..." Wat gave a shrug, "It'll save you some trauma in the long run not to put so much... emotional weight into sex. Especially here." Wat's fingers trailing through Sage's hair casually.

Sage

: "Touching like hand-holding?" He asked. "Are you very young? I like sex and don't mind having sex with people that aren't close with me, but I do like sex more when it's with a friend. I have a friend that I like sleeping with, he is very nice."

Malon

: "Holding hands is fine. And im not too young for a elf I am over 400 years old. And I know I shouldnt be picky but I like to have that option open at least.......and some control." He sat up now resting his elbows on his knees looking down at the floor. "I know not everyone is bad here and can build the trust but............its hard to trust people with power with something so intimate."

Wat

: "Sex can also just be an outlet, Malon... Something to take pleasure in. Be a little hedonistic and not... intimate at all, actually. Would that be so bad?" Wat took a sip of his drink, fingers still playing with Sage's hair, then spoke to the pixie, "Sage, why not sit up here next to me?"

Wilder

(Ashley) joined the chat 7 days ago

Sage

: "400 is not that old, Elves have long life spans. You could feel differently in the future. I don't like control, it's too much, and I fear I'll mess something up, though when it comes to work, I don't mind a little bit," He said before nodding at Wat, moving to sit next to him.

Wilder

: (Hello!)

Sage

: (Hello, we are in the loung)

Wilder

: (Thank you!)

Sage

: (should I go get popcorn?)

Wat

: (LOL perfect timing)

Malon

: (lmao XD)

Wilder

: Wilder hadn’t been to the lounge in a little while, not since finishing his house, so after putting on his jandals and walking to the school, he made his way to the lounge, stepping in and glancing around the room. “Hey all,” he said as he walked in and towards the bar to grab a beer.

Malon

: He really should get over his fear with authority and sex since here enforces that dynamic. Hearing someone come in he looks up to see Wilder waving back. "Hey there."

Sage

: (his fucking Jandals should not be a turn on)

Wilder

: (Lol they’re flip flops!)

Wat

: (LMAO, if we had a year book I want that line in it XD)

Wilder

: (No kidding! XD)

Sage

: (either way I am turned on and upset haha)

Wilder

: (That’s a fucking mood)

Wat

: Wat shifted to allow Sage to sit comfortably next to him, placing his arm around Sage and unable to help himself, took a deep inhale, catching the scent of pixie blood just under the surface. His hand rested at the back of Sage's neck, moving into his hair ever so often but mostly wanting to touch the thrum of his pulse at his neck. And then Wilder walked in... If Wat had a heart beat it would have been racing. "What's happened to your face?" Wat asked, mostly jokingly but also surprised. He hadn't seen Wild since the man had saved his beard.

Wat

: ((Is his hair still long?))

Wilder

: (I hadn’t thought about it, but you know what, no, he had a haircut!)

Sage

: Sage shivered slightly at Wat's hand on his neck but smiled at him nonetheless. "Wilder," He smiled seeing his friend. "You cut your hair, I like it,"

Wat

: ( *le gasp!* )

Wilder

: “Cheers,” Wilder smiled as he looked at Sage, glancing between him and Wat slightly before he stepped behind the bar and got himself a beer. “You may have been dead for awhile, but you know this one- it’s called shaving,” he quipped to Wat with a lazy smile, giving him a small wink. He took a sip of his beer and then glanced around at the others. “Anyone need anything?” He asked.

Wat

: "Well... you look different. I was liking the pirate/biker look." Wat gave a shrug, as if he didn't care. As if Wilder looking almost exactly like he did 40 years ago didn't strike him to his core. Having all that extra hair was at least some buffer, some aspect of change... Making things between them a little further away, almost safer.

Malon

: Malon kind of stayed on the couch thinking about what Wat had said about sex being an outlet and letting himself be more comfortable with other people. But he was still scared of having the same thing happen again if he was with someone that was abusive. But he had to take the risk right? He did it with two people before but he was super drunk and wasnt thinking back then.

Sage

: "I told him he looked like a pirate too, a very handsome pirate, but now he still looks nice," He said. "No I have water already, thank you though," Sage grinned before glancing at Malon. "Can I make you a flower crown?"

Wilder

: “I think I look rather fetching now,” Wilder said as he self consciously ran his hand through his recently cut hair. “The hair was getting a bit much while I was building my house,” he explained as he walked around the bar and walked over, flopping down on the couch- like he always did. Less of a sit and more of a collapse onto the sofa he’d picked so he could see everyone. “So what are we talking about?”

Wat

: "You built a house? I've been here... a while now and I haven't even settled on a design yet." Wat said with some astonishment. Though with Wild he should have known. "The hair looks good. You always look good... I want to talk about this house you've built."

Malon

: "Huh? Oh um ya you can make me a flower crown." He hasnt worn one in a while and it would be nice to have one right now. "Wish i can make you one too Sage."

Sage

: "We are talking about plays and sex." He said to Wilder. "You look very fetching, I'll miss braiding your hair, but I can still put nice ribbons in your hair," he said before grinning at Malon. "You don't have to make me one, I like making them for people, and you are an elf, a nice flower crown is a must. What's your favorite flower?"

Malon

: "I do like Tudor roses they are a pretty flower." He moved closer to the group especially to Sage so he can watch the pixie do the flower crown.

Wilder

: “Plays and sex- that sounds like a Wat subject all right,” Wilder grinned as he looked over at Wat and then sipped his beer. He drew a pack of cigarettes and his lighter and lit a cigarette, smiling at Wat slightly before he glanced at Sage. “I hope you’ll still make me flower crowns with the short hair,” he added before glancing at Wat again. “I built a tree house- like the kind I always talked about having,” he explained.

Wat: Wat quirked an eyebrow at Sage mentioning braiding Wilder's hair and felt a rather hard pange of jealousy he knew was completely undeserved. He felt settled, comforted by Wild's grin towards him and smiled in return, looking away from the man. He combed his fingers through Sage's hair as if some reward or apology for his own silent misgiving. "I never thought you were all that serious about it." Wat chuckled slightly, glad to be proven wrong.

Sage: Sage grabbed his bag from the floor, pulling out jars of flowers and other odd things he had. "I have a lot of roses, they are popular around here, I can make you one right now," He smiled. "I will still make you flower crowns, Wilder. You will need new ones because you have shorter hair." He assured. "Do you have a favorite color rose, Malon?" He asked before grinning at Wat when he combed his fingers through his hair. "I can make you one as well."

Malon: "My favorite color Forest Green, Royal Purple, Midnight Blue, and Silver. Those are my favorite colors and whatever flowers you have I do like all kinds of flowers."

Wilder: Wilder watched as Wat ran his fingers through Sage’s hair and found himself feeling a little self conscious again, suddenly wondering if there was something happening there. “Oh come off it,” he said as he exhaled the smoke from his light slowly. “You should know that I never joke around about the outdoors- when

Wilder: (Sorry I hit enter too quick!)

Wilder: “Even after what happened to me last time I went hiking alone, I’d never joke about living near the outdoors,” he smiled lazily at Wat before gesturing between him and Sage. “How long have you two been seeing each other?” He asked, trying to keep from sounding as jealous as he felt.

Wat: (Oh god I'm gonna make myself cry listening to youtube. Howard Jones and Nik Kershaw from like 10 years ago jamming live??? A slow version of "Wouldn't It Good"??????)

Wilder: (No cry!)

Wat: (I really gotta deep dive Nik Kershaw. He's got one of my fav voices from the 80s...)

Sage: "I can make you a crown mixed with flowers of all those colors. I've gotten really good at making crowns now. I make them at work and sell them," He said as he got to work on binding the flowers. Sage furrowed his eyebrows at wilder's words. "I've seen him a lot around school.'

Wat: Wat let his hand retract from touching Sage altogether with the mention of 'what happened last time'. But he was a little glad he did, and took a sip of his blood wine, hoping to hide whatever look of distress was racing across his face. And nearly choked on his wine. "I've only just met him." Wat said, almost dismissively. And realized that probably made things sound worse. "Thank you, Sage, but I'll decline. It would ruin my mysterious vibe."

Wat: ((Wat is wearing all black today because he was In A Mood. Black jeans, Beatles ankle boots and a Rolling Stones teeshirt))

Wilder: (Wilder is in shorts and a shirt, both matching print, monstera leaves on a yellow background)

Wat: (100% not surprised LOL)

Wilder: (It’s a vibe)

Wilder: Wilder noticed the way Sage frowned and then glanced at Wat with a small smirk. “Back to your old tricks?” He teased lightly as he took another drag from his cigarette.

Sage: "I don't think a crown would ruin your vibe, Sir. You would look very nice with one. You have a pretty face. I can make one with darker flowers if you want to match with your clothes." He suggested.

Wat: "Thank you, Sage. No... not dark flowers." Wat smiled gently to Sage, not wanting him to feel like he wasn't appreciated. He looked to Wilder, "All my tricks are old tricks. Are you seriously smoking?"

Wilder: “What are you- my mum?” Wilder asked with a scoff as he exhaled the smoke. “I smoked the first time we met,” he reminded Wat as he put out the cigarette and the finished off his beer and stood to get another one. He walked over to the bar and grabbed another bottle, moving to open the lid with his lighter, but his hand slipped and he hissed in discomfort when he realized he’d broken a nail. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbled.

Malon: Malon sips on the whiskey listening the to conversation leaning back on the chair. "I feel like I am watching a novela right now."

Sage: "If you change your mind, let me know, sir," Sage said as he watched the two of them, finishing off Malon's flower crown. "Here you go, Malon. I hope it is fitting for an elf," he said before looking at Wilder. "Are you okay? do you need a bandage?"

Wat: "It's terrible for you..." Wat chided, looking over in more concern than befitted a teacher looking over at a colleague when Wild hissed and cursed. He ignored Malon's comment, but the man wasn't wrong. He should probably quietly reschedule with Sage before things got any more awkward.

Wilder: “No it’s just a broken nail,” he commented as he looked at his nail and then to the others with a shrug and a smile. “Anyone got a knife?” He asked as he opened his beer with a bottle opener rather than a lighter- he had definitely been trying to show off a little, for who, he didn’t know, but he had definitely been trying to show off.

Wat: "Yes, what did you even do?" Wat got up, touching Sage's shoulder briefly, as if he need not be too concerned and pulled his trusty utility knife from his pocket. One he'd kept for 40 years and now handed over to Wilder without a second thought. Falling back into old habits, into old motions, old routines. Being concerned when the handyman of the pair hurt himself...

Wat: ((I'm about to leave to go to bed so here's your novela moment, Ash XD))

Wilder: “I don’t know,” Wilder laughed as he looked at his thumbnail and showed it to Wat with a chuckle. “Just broke it, I’m just going to cut off the hangnail it gave me,” he explained as he held his hand out to accept the knife that Wat was pulling from his pocket.

Malon: ((*le gasp* next time on The Love Triangle of Heart Breaks, Will Wat ever get Sage to himself? Will Wilder accept that Sage will be with other people? next week you will find out~!))

Wilder: (Lol Wilder and Wat are exes)

Malon: ((EVEN BETTER))

Sage: (HAHAH)

Wat: (LMAO PLOT TWIST!)

Malon: ((will the exes get over their heart break? Is there love still between the two? Can Sage heal their hearts!? WILL ANYONE FIND TRUE LOVE))

Wat: ((Not me listening to "Only You" by Yazoo on repeat thru various covers as a soundtrack here...))

Sage: (will we ever find out how Wilder cut himself?!?!?!)

Malon: ((NEXT WEEK ON LOVE TRIANGLE OF HEART BREAK))

Wilder: (Y’all ready for some drama? Lol)

Sage: (always)

Malon: (I LIVE for the drama~ and poor Malon is just the live audience in this novela lol)

Wat: Wat gave a small chuckle, shaking his head and set his glass down after taking a last swig on the bar. Wat set the knife in Wild's hand, only realizing exactly what he had done the moment his grip loosened on the item. He drew his hand away. It was too late now. The weight of Wild's beloved knife, given to him by his step father, stolen, technically, 40 years ago when Wat had left him. As something to remember his lover by. As cowardly a move as leaving him, taking something that important... He took a step back. If he had breath, it would have hitched...

Wilder: Wilder’s fingers brushed Wat’s cool ones as he took the knife, still smiling at the vampire lightly before he glanced down at the knife in his hand and his face fell. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He asked, trying not to let his voice shake with the betrayal he was feeling. “You’ve had it this whole time? Do you know how long I’ve looked for this bloody knife? It was my dad’s you know that don’t you you prick?” He demanded as his hand closed around the knife and he held it to his chest. “It’s not enough, you just taking off- but you know, I was almost ready to look past that- but this?!” He demanded, staring at the other as if he was seeing him differently for the first time in forty years. “I can’t fucking believe you.”

Malon: Malon moved to a chair crossing his legs to watch the whole thing go down. "Thank you Sage for the flower crown its perfect and whoa I didnt know there was drama with these two....."

Wilder: (Have none of you ever broken a nail on a beer bottle cap? Am I the only disaster lush in this group? Lol)

Sage: Sage smiled at Malon. "I am happy you liked it, and I thought there was something about them, Thought they were friends," he frowned.

Sage: (You are in fact, a lush hahaha. I have never had a beer)

Wilder: (I know I’m a lush, I fully accept that)

Wat: This was what Wat had been waiting for. The anger he deserved. He didn't expect the catalyst to be a knife, but in a way, he should've. One more horrible deed added to the pile. One more better than the truth of the situation. Wat knew he was fooling himself. This couldn't be fixed. Even if Wild forgave him for taking the knife, it wasn't the only thing and it was far from the worst. Of course he wouldn't. And that look Wild gave him, it was the same look he'd given before Wat had made him forget... Wat took another step back, eyes wide with hurt and shame from the situation. There was no apology good enough. So he didn't even try. One last step backwards and Wat's vampire form warped into small brown bat with a flair of light smoke, flapping towards the nearest open window and making his escape.

Wat: ((Nighty night!! 💗 ))

Wilder: (It begins)

Sage: (I have to dip out as well, it is 3:44 in the morning.)

Wilder: Wilder stood there, staring at Wat before scowling as the other turned into a bat and took off. He held the knife to his chest a little tighter, feeling tears form in his eyes- not for the first time in the past forty years, but definitely in a much more intense way than he had been expecting. “I- I’m sorry,” he gasped to Malon and Sage. “I didn’t mean to ruin your night,” he wiped clumsily as his eyes, trying to hide the tears, the betrayal, the desertion, all feeling very fresh again, like it was happening all over again, and it hurt all over again. “I’m sorry,”

Sage: (oi I have to reply to Wilder real quick)

Wilder: (Lol okay!)

Sage: Sage was confused as one moment the two were talking, then yelling and Wat turned into a bat and left. Getting up from his seat he made his way over Wilder. "Hey, hey. Are you okay? You didn't ruin anything. Do you want a snack? something to drink. You are sad." He frowned, hugging him.

Wilder: Wilder chuckled softly at Sage’s rapid fire questions, hugging him back after a moment and resting his forehead against Sage’s temple lightly before he let out a sigh. “That vampire? He’s my ex- and he left me after I was turned, and for forty years I have acted like I understood- and like it didn’t bother me- but it did,” he admitted to the two. “And my life has been shit since then, since I was changed, since the man I thought loved me turned his back on me- and then I came here, and he was here, and I thought maybe it was a sign that we could get past it- try again or something,” he let out a soft humorless chuckle before shaking his head. “But then I find out- he’s just as selfish as ever- this was the only thing I had left after my dad died,” he explained as he held the knife in his palm tightly. “And I’ve been looking for it for forty years. And he knew how much it meant to me,” he explained as he looked at the knife in his hand, the pain from his broken nail overwhelmed by the pain of the betrayal all over again. “It’s like being punched in the gut when you realize the people you thought you could love again don’t care for you at all,” he explained softly. “Be careful around him Sage- all he does is hurt people.”

Malon: Listening to the conversation and the warning Malon felt something in his stomach. "he isnt all bad......" He argued speaking up for the first time. "He was good to me when I hanged out with him alone. He didnt force himself onto me when I told him I have trust issues.......but thanks for the warning."

Sage: Sage frowned. "Maybe he kept it because he missed you?" He said softly, running his fingers through Wilder's shorter hair. "He shouldn't have taken it, and what he did was mean and not nice you don't do that to people you love, and turning into a bat and leaving was mean as well. I'm upset that he made you cry, I will make him a flower crown with lost of thorns in it."

Sage: (okay, I have go now)

Sage left the chat 6 days ago

Wilder: “Yeah, that’s fine,” Wilder said as he looked at Malon, still feeling particularly bitter. “Just don’t get too close to him, because next thing you know, you’ll be in love, planning a future together, talking about a family- and then he’ll just take off at the first thing that inconvenience him,” Wilder said humorlessly before smiling softly at Sage. “Thanks,” he mumbled and then sighed. “Malon, do whatever you like, but that prick running off again, that’s all he does. He gets you attached and then he leaves.” He said as he stared down at the knife, running his thumb over it. “Let him go, he’s a fucking coward,” he said before he turned and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and poured himself a shot. He took it quickly and then hissed in discomfort. “Fuck him,” he said simply.

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