Altair’s POV
Sleep wasn’t really an option when I reached home. I came to found Aaron passed out in front of the couch. The excitement was too much for him. I thought. Slowly I picked him up and took him to his room. Aaron was heavy for a guy who claims to never eat properly. I laid him on his bed and pulled the covers over him. Like him, his room was a complete and utter mess. I looked around the room and picked up the bottle of medicine he usually takes. Empty already? How long has it been? I shook my head and walked out with it. There goes my sleep tonight.
It was sunrise, barely anyone was out yet. The rush would begin in a few hours, so I decided to make the most of the quiet right now. I picked up a few of the herbs needed for the medicine and stepped out again into the chilling air that greeted me so wonderfully every time. Ahah no not really…
As I walked out from the alleys, I couldn’t help but thinking about the man who was talking to Aaron. Theron was it? Oh yea, I think I’m the one with head problems. There was something about him I didn’t quite like, but I decided to keep it to myself for now. Maybe it had only been paranoia, so much had happened you couldn’t trust people. Leap of faith I guess…who listens to that malarky anyway…
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Broken Crusade (boyxboy)
Fantastik~This is a collaboration between tumblr users Fatesdawn and xxsacredangelxx~ Altair is a warlock living during the rebirth of the witch trials. His home is in shambles and the town he's living in now is broken down and in poverty. He's never lived i...
