And there was the sound of the sun, rise was the command to the slumber wolf. And he woke up with a feeling of delay to his brain that evanesced over the course of a few minutes. There was a tiny bit of ringing in his ears that faded away afterward and his messenger was on the desk connected to a cable. When he rose, so did the pain from the bruises when it slightly swelled up. His response was not facially noticeable, but his breath was as brief as a hiss. And never had black and blue been so relevant in the light of a sun.
Looking down from the side of the bed, the wolf stared down at the fox curled up in his bed in a cold glare. He almost recollected no previous memory of why Luca was dormant, sleeping in his bed while so beautiful and rare. When looking at her and how darling she was, thankfully he remembered why the stray was curled up on the welcome mat. And the wolf's glare turned into that of a soft daze and the long road started to curve halfway.
"Thank you," he whispered softly to her.
He still didn't know why he thought of the cherry milkshake. Maybe it was the last image out of that collection that went through his mind.
David, as usual for his work routine, got his collared shirt, black jeans and dress shoes and put them in the bathroom. He took a breakneck shower, pampering his hair with shampoo and conditioner, brushed his teeth and dried his hair. He put on a fresh ol' pair of undergarments, then his pants and shirt. He tied his tie in a the typical Windsor knot and belted his pants.
He then grabbed his laptop bag and called a Lyft, like the usual did. Almost forgetting about the medication, he went to the kitchen and acquired a clean glass from the cupboards. He would waste a few seconds 'washing' a dirty glass, but he gave them a bird which no one likes. He then filled a clean glass with water, five-eighths full. Pressing down on the tab and securing the lid, about a dozen pills ran onto his hands before he reverse-cascaded all but one back into the bijou vessel of orange plastic. He capped off the pill with some water and grabbed the door handle.
Twiddling the door open, he noticed Kaylon asleep on the bed as he inserted the key in the deadlock. He was sleeping soundly like a dog, or some kind of catlike animal for no reason. His artificial lack of pigmented hair covered up most of his left ear and some of his face. And the way he slept looked kinda feminine or near-borderline androgynous, even for a boy. David only smiled at this and started to remember back to that time after graduation.
He closed the door softly as he was given some kind of feeling that shuddered him but was not rejected. Maybe love, but who would know?
The bruises were covered up nicely in his attire, but let's say that if he got wet at all, the bruises would probably be able to materialize. On the other hand, the bruises on his head were the only ones visible. Black and blue, like the rest of them, but David's short haircut and the placement of the bruises made it passably untouched to workers.
He was pretty sure that they wouldn't notice that he left.
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"Bro!" Said Alex, one of his co-workers in his section. If you were to compare him to the busy wolf of some corporation, he would be the more experienced yet friendly and anti-serious counterpart to that of David. Not to say that the wolf was more serious, but he was certainly dedicated to getting what he needed. Which was money to pay the apartment and to survive, hopefully.
Speaking of this quick transition, he couldn't really remember anything once he had left the complex. The Lyft ride over to his workplace was quiet and he had either dozed off for no reason or his mind went somewhere else.
"What?" David replied.
"What happened? Your face looks like shit!"
He knew what he was talking about: The bruises on his head. He took in a expeditious breath and replied.
"Accident."
"Really?" He gave him the eyebrow, seeing right through this thin veil. David let out a chuckle through his nostrils.
"Yes. I don't wish to talk about it."
Alex shrugged. "Ok." He then turned his back to David, who was working on his computer, and left his space.
He thought of nothing else but work. His emotions were already sucked out of him, a person had came back a while ago and sucked out the juice from a small carton. The dark circles under his eyes was the only scar that symbolized this under the presence of a duotone, bruise-colored symphony.
And so, there is nothing else to say.
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Luca, as stated, woke up about an hour after David had left for work. First her eyes opened and then the synapses started to surge some new information throughout her brain. Her eyes registered the empty space of the bedroom, the blinds still drawn and the blankets partially folded.
That's when she knew that David was gone. And she had wanted to thank him but he was nowhere to be seen. The wolf was gone.
In the kitchen, Kaylon was making pancakes from the pancake batter stored in the pantry. He wasn't shirtless, per his usual personality. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, having cleared the couch from the imbalance of the pillow-and-sheet. It was, in a mannerism homogenous to that of David, stuffed without even a internal remark in the closet. He had made a plate for Luca, in case she wanted some, and was making only one for himself.
She went to her bedroom, got a change of clothes and took a quick shower. She dried her hair with her towel and put her dirty clothes in her hamper. She grabbed the hamper, opened the door ajar and put them in the washer.
Stepping into the living room area, she saw Kaylon eating his pancakes at the counter with a plate for her. No consideration of a quiet entrance, she stepped barefoot to the plate for her and sat down at the chair. Kaylon turned over to her and nodded his head, gulping down a bite.
"Morning." He said.
"Good morning." Luca replied. She pointed to the pancakes on the plate. "This's for me?"
Kaylon nodded. She reached for the syrup and poured a decent amount for her. She cut a piece from it and devoured it. Even though her countenance was practically neutral, she did think it was good and secretly savored it.
Nobody said a word for the time that they were there. It was almost second nature for there to be no voice except the ventillation and fans. Kaylon finished his pancakes and placed the bedraggled plate in the bottom rack dishwasher. Luca, on the other hand, stopped eating for two reasons. One, she couldn't eat another bite even though it was very sweet and loving towards her tongue and the roof of her mouth and she couldn't force herself to. Two, something was just missing from this.
"Are you..." Kaylon inquired, pointing at her and then the unfinished dish of pancakes. She shook her head and let him take the dish and eat the rest of it.
Her thoughts drifted to someplace else. And she immediately started thinking about David, how tame he was the other night and how indirectly concerned he was with her. The sound of his voice was, strangely, romantic and understanding. But how she just understood his personality, his appearance and his atmosphere reminded her of lot of Ryan.
But just how?
She went into the guest bedroom and laid on the bed. Tired, she had her eyes stare at the sides of the wall and curled up under the sheets. Her hair stroked the soft skin on her cheeks, tingling by this sensation.
And her eyes closed after a while.
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