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writetomyheart2016-06-09 11:18 pm
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[team one] dawn
HHAHAHAHAH I AM SO LATE I AM SO SORRY. The ending is so abrupt bc I had to finish quickly. I will finish this one day. I hope.
The forest at this time of day is Hakyeon's favorite. The sun is up, crawling over the horizon even though it's early. Summer blesses them with an early dawn; the sun rising hours before it does during the long, cold winter months. Even as it climbs over the tops of the mountains, the sun's rays are still warming. Hakyeon closes his eyes as he lets his bare body absorb the heat of the sun, letting its rays kiss up Hakyeon's body, giving his already lovely skin a gorgeous color.
He has been sitting there for quite some time already, waiting for the sun to rise and it was definitely worth the wait. Nevermind how many times he has been watching the sun rise over the years, he never ever sees himself getting tired, sick of it. It's a truly beautiful sight and especially now during summer, when there's only small heaps of snow left on the mountains; when the trees are green.
The stone he's sitting on is still slightly cool even though Hakyeon has been sitting on it for quite some time, his body temperature should be more than enough to heaten it up. Apparently not. Despite the cold, Hakyeon remains seated still. Taking in the sounds of the nature, the forest, the mountains. Listens eagerly to the soft tones of the sparrows, the thuds coming from a woodchipper close by. The scent of the rain that fell a night prior is still lingering, its soft gentleness enchanting the other smells of the forest; the strong pine, the subtleness of the moss.
If Hakyeon could decide, he'd live right on this top. Find a place good for a cabin or maybe just a cave, it would be more than enough. They're already living off the forest and the nature as they're wont to do. However Hakyeon doesn't think he could rip himself out of his pack. It's against their nature to be alone. Hakyeon never desires that.
It's only when the sun is fully over the lowest top that Hakyeon gets up from his spot. Stretching his arms over his head, he yawns, lets out a soft groan as his spine, hips pop from being stretched. It's time to go back, he muses as he throws one last glance on the rising sun before heading back through the trees and into the enormous forest.
He could probably find his way back even if blinded. His wolf senses help him tremendously of course but his feet, his entire being is also used to walk this distance. The feel of the slightly rough moss under his feet, already dry from the sun, is more than familiar to him as of now. There has probably been several moons since Hakyeon visited this particular top but as he has spent a good amount of his childhood years here, dreaming about the future, looking at the stars, he doesnt think he'll ever get lost.
As he walks he can still smell his own smell from hours earlier when he had been heading for the little viewpoint with the rock to watch the sun rise. It isn't a particualrly long walk, even so, Hakyeon takes his time, fingers tracing over familiar lumps on trees that have grown since the last time he was there. The trees grow denser, Hakyeon stays on his path. The smell of the forest grow stronger, so does another, familiar smell that's not Hakyeon's.
Hakyeon smiles softly as his body starts to react, his wolf, his true self growls as the familiar smell grows stronger. It's earthy, rich, and to Hakyeon it's the best scent in the entire universe. His mind paints a picture with every step he takes towards this smell. In his veins, his blood is bubbling, in his chest, his heart is fluttering
The trees grow denser for a couple of hundred meters before the distance between them grows bigger until Hakyeon reaches a small clearing. There's a lake in the middle of the forrest, surrounded by trees. It's old, old as time his grandfather used to say but still as clear as the brightest stars. There's a cave close to the water, dug into the side, into the soft soil at the foot of the mountain. Hakyeon knows there's a cabin close by too.
Hakyeon has been smelling him for a while but seeing Taekwoon lying on the soft grass, long legs curled against his chest, one slender arm under his head, the other one curled against himself, is still a very welcome sight. Surprisingly enough he's still asleep. Taekwoon is an early riser, even more so than Hakyeon, so to see him sleep past sunrise is surprising.
Like Hakyeon, Taekwoon is also naked, as they both tend to be. Clothes are for humans and they're not quite that. The pack they belong to - Hakyeon's pack, is also like that. Most of them only wear clothes when they have to go into the human cities and interact with humans as it's become a century old habit not to wear them. It makes transforming easier and cheaper as there are no clothes getting ripped when you're only in your skin.
It's second nature to Hakyeon to curl up next to Taekwoon, combing a hand through Taekwoon's messy, black hair, pressing a soft kiss against his round cheek as he coaxes him out of his deep slumber and into consciousness. Taekwoon pouts, a soft noise escaping his lips as he squints, scrunching his nose. Hakyeon just barely manages to avoid getting kicked in his tummy by one of Taekwoon's long, lean legs.
"What," Taekwoon murmurs, voice rough with sleep, eyes bleary as he looks at Hakyeon. Not long after he has spoken, his eyelids flutter shut. Hakyeon chuckles softly, cups Taekwoon's cheek with his hand, enjoying how warm his skin is against Taekwoon's palm. A werewolf's temperature runs a bit higher than normal humans', even while in their human forms. Hakyeon's temperature runs high but Taekwoon's is higher.
When Taekwoon decides not to move, Hakyeon runs his hand down Taekwoon's neck, down his torso, pausing at the red imprint of teeth on the left side of his chest. It's the mark of Hakyeon's teeth. Taekwoon's body is eagerly healing the wound until all that's left will be a white scar. It will never heal as it's their mark, a proof of their bond. Wolves that decide that they want to be together for ever; wolves that have imprinted must mate under a full moon in order to become proper mates. Bound for life.
As Hakyeon gently traces Taekwoon's mark, his own, engraved into the skin of his left shoulder blade, tingles as well. A proof that it worked.
"Where were you?" Taekwoon asks after a while, opening one eye slightly to look at Hakyeon.
Hakyeon's lungs feel as if they're stuffed to the brim with butterflies whose wings tickle his insides. A warmth spreads through his body as the realization hits him; Taekwoon had woken up and noticed that Hakyeon had been gone.
"Did you look for me?"
"Mm, I couldn't smell you," Taekwoon says. The arm not supporting his own head moves down to trace over Hakyeon's side, his skin jumping with every touch of Taekwoon's fingers.
"I knew you were safe."
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The forest at this time of day is Hakyeon's favorite. The sun is up, crawling over the horizon even though it's early. Summer blesses them with an early dawn; the sun rising hours before it does during the long, cold winter months. Even as it climbs over the tops of the mountains, the sun's rays are still warming. Hakyeon closes his eyes as he lets his bare body absorb the heat of the sun, letting its rays kiss up Hakyeon's body, giving his already lovely skin a gorgeous color.
He has been sitting there for quite some time already, waiting for the sun to rise and it was definitely worth the wait. Nevermind how many times he has been watching the sun rise over the years, he never ever sees himself getting tired, sick of it. It's a truly beautiful sight and especially now during summer, when there's only small heaps of snow left on the mountains; when the trees are green.
The stone he's sitting on is still slightly cool even though Hakyeon has been sitting on it for quite some time, his body temperature should be more than enough to heaten it up. Apparently not. Despite the cold, Hakyeon remains seated still. Taking in the sounds of the nature, the forest, the mountains. Listens eagerly to the soft tones of the sparrows, the thuds coming from a woodchipper close by. The scent of the rain that fell a night prior is still lingering, its soft gentleness enchanting the other smells of the forest; the strong pine, the subtleness of the moss.
If Hakyeon could decide, he'd live right on this top. Find a place good for a cabin or maybe just a cave, it would be more than enough. They're already living off the forest and the nature as they're wont to do. However Hakyeon doesn't think he could rip himself out of his pack. It's against their nature to be alone. Hakyeon never desires that.
It's only when the sun is fully over the lowest top that Hakyeon gets up from his spot. Stretching his arms over his head, he yawns, lets out a soft groan as his spine, hips pop from being stretched. It's time to go back, he muses as he throws one last glance on the rising sun before heading back through the trees and into the enormous forest.
He could probably find his way back even if blinded. His wolf senses help him tremendously of course but his feet, his entire being is also used to walk this distance. The feel of the slightly rough moss under his feet, already dry from the sun, is more than familiar to him as of now. There has probably been several moons since Hakyeon visited this particular top but as he has spent a good amount of his childhood years here, dreaming about the future, looking at the stars, he doesnt think he'll ever get lost.
As he walks he can still smell his own smell from hours earlier when he had been heading for the little viewpoint with the rock to watch the sun rise. It isn't a particualrly long walk, even so, Hakyeon takes his time, fingers tracing over familiar lumps on trees that have grown since the last time he was there. The trees grow denser, Hakyeon stays on his path. The smell of the forest grow stronger, so does another, familiar smell that's not Hakyeon's.
Hakyeon smiles softly as his body starts to react, his wolf, his true self growls as the familiar smell grows stronger. It's earthy, rich, and to Hakyeon it's the best scent in the entire universe. His mind paints a picture with every step he takes towards this smell. In his veins, his blood is bubbling, in his chest, his heart is fluttering
The trees grow denser for a couple of hundred meters before the distance between them grows bigger until Hakyeon reaches a small clearing. There's a lake in the middle of the forrest, surrounded by trees. It's old, old as time his grandfather used to say but still as clear as the brightest stars. There's a cave close to the water, dug into the side, into the soft soil at the foot of the mountain. Hakyeon knows there's a cabin close by too.
Hakyeon has been smelling him for a while but seeing Taekwoon lying on the soft grass, long legs curled against his chest, one slender arm under his head, the other one curled against himself, is still a very welcome sight. Surprisingly enough he's still asleep. Taekwoon is an early riser, even more so than Hakyeon, so to see him sleep past sunrise is surprising.
Like Hakyeon, Taekwoon is also naked, as they both tend to be. Clothes are for humans and they're not quite that. The pack they belong to - Hakyeon's pack, is also like that. Most of them only wear clothes when they have to go into the human cities and interact with humans as it's become a century old habit not to wear them. It makes transforming easier and cheaper as there are no clothes getting ripped when you're only in your skin.
It's second nature to Hakyeon to curl up next to Taekwoon, combing a hand through Taekwoon's messy, black hair, pressing a soft kiss against his round cheek as he coaxes him out of his deep slumber and into consciousness. Taekwoon pouts, a soft noise escaping his lips as he squints, scrunching his nose. Hakyeon just barely manages to avoid getting kicked in his tummy by one of Taekwoon's long, lean legs.
"What," Taekwoon murmurs, voice rough with sleep, eyes bleary as he looks at Hakyeon. Not long after he has spoken, his eyelids flutter shut. Hakyeon chuckles softly, cups Taekwoon's cheek with his hand, enjoying how warm his skin is against Taekwoon's palm. A werewolf's temperature runs a bit higher than normal humans', even while in their human forms. Hakyeon's temperature runs high but Taekwoon's is higher.
When Taekwoon decides not to move, Hakyeon runs his hand down Taekwoon's neck, down his torso, pausing at the red imprint of teeth on the left side of his chest. It's the mark of Hakyeon's teeth. Taekwoon's body is eagerly healing the wound until all that's left will be a white scar. It will never heal as it's their mark, a proof of their bond. Wolves that decide that they want to be together for ever; wolves that have imprinted must mate under a full moon in order to become proper mates. Bound for life.
As Hakyeon gently traces Taekwoon's mark, his own, engraved into the skin of his left shoulder blade, tingles as well. A proof that it worked.
"Where were you?" Taekwoon asks after a while, opening one eye slightly to look at Hakyeon.
Hakyeon's lungs feel as if they're stuffed to the brim with butterflies whose wings tickle his insides. A warmth spreads through his body as the realization hits him; Taekwoon had woken up and noticed that Hakyeon had been gone.
"Did you look for me?"
"Mm, I couldn't smell you," Taekwoon says. The arm not supporting his own head moves down to trace over Hakyeon's side, his skin jumping with every touch of Taekwoon's fingers.
"I knew you were safe."
Catch a falling star,
springmaid ! ^^