|Jason Wyngarde (_mastermind_) wrote in athinblackline,|
@ 2009-06-27 01:28:00
|Entry tags:||mastermind, wild child|
Who: Wygarde OTA Wild Child
What: Jason and Kyle settle into something a little more close after the strange dilemma recently.
Where: June 27th, evening
Notes: Sexual content possible.
It had been a long while of Kyle's wordlessness, and the quiet was somewhat eerie. The old man supposed this was what middle aged women went through before menopause and after their children left the nest, but it wasn't something he ever assumed he'd go through. The kitchen had been wonderful enough to kick up the meat they made in all their dishes for him to take to Kyle morning, evening, and night. The smell of it was getting to some of the staff, but they never complained to him directly, which was a blessing. Everyone was worried about the boy, Jason was a forerunner as he climbed the stairs, meal in hand.
It had been nearly three weeks since the sudden change in the young feral, and slowly, oh so slowly, coming out of the dangerous rages. The first week he had done nothing but swing between extremes, he snarling and destroying everything within reach or hiding away, exhausted and ready to snap out of a shallow, listless sleep and attack anyone who invaded his territory. His mind had gone, he far too locked in his feral state to be able to control himself in the least. The next week the swings had been less violent and sudden, but still volatile. He was hiding back in his closet, that had become his 'den' since his mental deterioration, it had been nearly 24 hours since he had been heard snarling, roaring and breaking things, so there was hope that he might be slowly regaining some control.
A light knock echoed into the room, and Jason moved inside without waiting. There was literally nothing that he could 'catch' the boy doing anymore, and with the recent behavior, it was unlikely that Kyle would answer anyways. "I've brought you something to eat, pup." He was hoping that the smell of beef stew with half the cow in it would pull the boy out from hiding by his taste buds. Though it was more and more unlikely, he had found through trial and error. The elder paused just inside the door when he realized that there was nothing to set the tray down on other than the floor, and thus he did so. "Which corner are you hiding in, my dear boy?" His tone was gentle, but direct in it's own way. He had no intention of hiding his movements.
There was a low snarl as the door opened, a warning to go away. He did not want anyone here... but the scent of food and the familiar scent of Jason did help, if only marginally. The snarling sound softened, then trailed of. Gold eyes glinted from the shadow of the closet, Kyle's nose emerging slightly after that. He craved meat, and the last week all he had wanted was raw, bleeding, tender meat. It had always come cooked and usually mixed with other things, his primal, feral side wanted flesh and meat and bones to gnaw on, but now he found he did not mind the mixers so much. He looked up at Jason and all at once, something in those troubled, wild eyes seemed to settle, something almost human glittered in them. Jason. It registered all at once. The snarl on his lips fell away all at once, only to be replaced with a heavy burden of sorrow. He slowly stepped out, still on all fours, large patches of fur seen all over his barely clothed body, strands of it falling off and blanketing the floor with every movement.
Jason turned to welcome his whelp to the world around them both when he was struck with the image before him. He had seen the boy recently, but each day seemed more and more strange. He hadn't actually had the moment to notice that it was this bad yet. "There you are... How are you feeling?" His voice tipped into a softer tone, gentleness and caring obvious in his eyes, in his mannerisms, and would be even more so in his arms if Kyle choose to move to them.
He stayed still a long moment, soon giving a soft, almost whimpering sound. Words still seemed to fall away from him long before they reached his lips. he could think, but it was more in emotions than in words. He was himself, somewhere in there, but his mind simply refused to fully work. He moved, fast at first, two quick steps on all fours, then stopped cold, waiting to see if Jason would run. When he did not, he took more steps, slow and careful now, moving just beside the other, suddenly longing for the contact more than he wanted the food, pressing his shoulder to the taller's leg, leaning most of his weight into him.
The sudden movement did not startle the old man. He could take a beating if it came down to it. The slower ones only made him more worried, but after the leaning, Jason all but scooped the boy up into his arms. The old frame cracked lightly as he sat slowly and leaned back against the wall, pulling the whelp into his arms. This was what they both seemed to need more than anything now, and Jason wasn't about to deny them what they needed. "I'm here, Kyle. I'm still here. No matter how bad it gets. I'll always be here." He lightly ran nimble fingers through the whelp's thick and molting coat, quickly creating a pile of lose hair and fur on one side of him, the meal cooling on his other side.
He pressed himself heavily into that thin body, his own heaving and shivering with emotion, thin almost strangled pants for air leaving him. Emotions were sharp and overwhelming suddenly, the need as powerful as the rage had been for so long, the warmth from Jason's body seemed to be helping him collect his shattered mind. His face nuzzled slightly into Jason's chest as he pressed himself heavily into the taller, just needing that human connection.
Jason held fast, pulling the boy as close as he could to his own form. Tucking that lithe body into his longer one and simply holding him. It was needed for both of them. His hands continued and he started humming gently. A soft tune, a lullaby from long ago, filters from his throat and through the room, filling the silence and the space. Comfort laced into every action, every moment, and he held his whelp to anchor the boy to that comforting sense as much as possible. He wanted to help, even though the old man had no Kyle soaked it all up, somehow he felt like some of the dreadful ache, the cold ball of emptiness in his gut was melting. At long last, a soft whimper left his throat, the heavy pressing letting up as he took in a deep breath and calmed. He lifted eyes which were now blue flecked to Jason's. His gaze was still sad, but now there was gratitude in it, he already all but fortified in a wall of shed fur.