Post-recovery fun, possible drama later?

Josette truly felt butterflies in her stomach when she thought of Aurel, but because of what she had been through she still needed time before she could just trust someone. However this strange boy had just crawled his way inside of her heart, made her have a happy place, a safe place, where she could go when she needed it.
Whether he was a foreigner made her shrug, she wasn't quite sure, but did it really matter? They could still talk and he seemed to be rather genuine in everything he did. "He's-" but she got cut off as Eden rushed in to the room, the question startling her a bit as she clung to Kareema for a second. She felt the vampyress' eyes on her, and soon enough Eden looked to her too. "Did I say something to him that would make him upset?" Josette asked, clearly a bit surprised and scared in the moment. Surely Eden might understand why she would react negatively to what was going on right now.
Tears in her eyes she looked down, "I'm sorry," she whispered, letting go of Kareema, running to her room. She was sorry. Sorry that Kareema had asked her to lie, sorry that she hadn't really looked at the letter, but what could she do? This wasn't what she wanted to get involved in, not at all.

Romeo had been running for what felt like forever. He just turned his human brain off, went in to his animal head. It didn't hurt so much when he just was the wolf. But he eventually got flashes. Images of the pictures, remembering what had been said in the letter. He howled, and soon that howl seemed to echo in to an empty woods, only scaring the habitants within it. Just running, feeling his muscles burn, not thinking, trying just to stay calm.
He knew he had to return eventually and that being out here put him at more risk, but he just couldn't stand being himself. That letter. Growling at himself he stopped, shaking his giant head as he felt like another headache was coming. He wasn't ever going to be free from his family, was he? Even when he had turned his back on them, they kept tormenting him. Trying to shame him in to coming back. No! It wasn't going to happen!

He heard someone move closer, snarling his fur puffed up making him look much larger. A daemon? His eyes narrowed, growling softly as the stranger spoke. What was a daemon doing out here? Weren't they supposed to be around people, sucking out their souls for their own pleasure? Romeo circled the guy a couple of times, clearly considering whether to attack or not, but he did barely flinch. Was he seeking to get hurt?
Romeo looked around, perhaps there were others with him, but then again it wasn't like daemon's hunted in packs. No they were more solitary when it came to feeding, but socially they liked their own race as company. Stopping as his front was facing the stranger he sat down, tilting his head to the side as if to ask what he was doing here alone.

The daemon spoke and Romeo had to grit his teeth. He spoke the truth, he couldn't hear any other movement, but he wouldn't let his guard down that easily. Sitting down was perhaps the best course of action as, just to seem a little more non-threatening. The stranger before him spoke about being solitary. Was he mourning? He didn't look like someone who had gotten a lot of sleep. Or maybe he always had bags under his eyes. The small diss at him formed as a remark made the wolf scoff. He really wasn't afraid of lycans, huh? Romeo hadn't had the best experiences with daemon's, and the attack of him and Josette hadn't made him trust them much more.
If he shifted now, he would be able to talk to the daemon, but it would also make him more vulnerable - and naked on top of that. So for now, until he felt more comfortable, he would stay in this form. Either that or if clothes magically appeared before them. He tilted his head the other side, as if to ask why he was out here alone.

A daemon with a broken heart? Romeo could've laughed, but he could see how serious this guy was. He felt a bit of a connection in a way. Not that the lycan had a broken heart, no, whenever he thought of Eden his heart felt overflowing with love and happiness. It was his family that caused his heartache. Being rejected, being told that he would grow out of this, that he would be normal. If normal meant he couldn't be free to love who he wanted to, then he didn't want to be normal.
But heartbreak of a daemon sounded very severe and Romeo stood back up, moving over he shoved his snout against his shoulder. Tell me about the person he thought, hoping it would translate to his movements, who was the love you lost?

The daemon sure knew how to be dramatic - was that why she had left? No, Romeo, that was mean. He instead focused on listening to what had happened, though the daemon didn't seem eager to talk about it. The last sentence was something that resonated with the lycan. Nobody had believed in them. It seemed the same with him and Eden. He whimpered softly, letting the daemon know he knew how that felt. But being left was perhaps the worst of this girl's offense. He shook his fur a little, walking in amongst the trees where he could hide a little bit easily. Getting back to his human form, he looked out at Amos from behind some bushes and trees. "My family looks down on me for the one I've chosen too," he finally spoke, looking down as he hadn't really talked to anyone about it. At least not besides Eden, but his boyfriend could only do so much to comfort him. "But I haven't given up hope yet ... I still want to be with him, but it is so hard when the rest of the world seems against you."

Was it really against him? He wasn't sure. His whole world had been his family, so in a sense it sure as hell felt like it. The daemon spoke of arranged marriages, and Romeo had to admit he knew very little of daemon culture. He was tossed a jacket, the explanation a bit weak, but who was he to judge? He put it on, surprised that it was actually as long as it was, covering him pretty well. As long as he didn't start jumping around that was. "Thanks," he muttered, moving out from the shrubbery, standing in front of the daemon now.
"And no, I don't think the whole world is really against me," he said, chuckling softly, "I'm don't have such a high view of myself." It was a little much to think that he could ever be so important in the grand scheme of things. "That girl that left ... Did you love her?" he asked.

Wanted to? Was that why she had left? Not much of what the daemon had said made sense, but Romeo felt like he was slowly piecing it together. But then the question was returned and an addition. How did he know? "I love him, very much ... But answering how I know it is more complicated I think," he replied rather truthfully. Looking down at the ground, his feet against the cold earth, he thought it would make him feel grounded but it didn't. "To me it's ... Not like I'm floating on air," he said, frowning as if he wasn't quite how to describe it, "it's like he makes me feel connected to myself to my surroundings - I don't know it probably sounds corny to say that it feels like he's my gravity." Without him, Romeo hadn't known what love was, and now that his family was trying to split them apart he felt so scared. "I want to spend every waking hour with him, listen to the same stories over and over and ... Well I want to grow old with him, even though he won't age and I will." That was the best way to put it. "Did you not feel something like that for your ... Ex-girlfriend?" trying to choose his words carefully, not wanting to anger the daemon.

He didn't have a choice? Was this referring back to the forced marriage stuff? Perhaps she had been his bride to be, and only when it came down to it that he couldn't have her, he wanted her? It was as if the more he heard, the more convoluted the story sounded. But hearing him talk about what he thought she was doing, to Romeo it sounded much like how he felt about Eden when he couldn't be with him. Even now when he had run off his mind only thought of the handsome vampyre, and he knew that he eventually had to return to him and apologize for just running away like this. The daemon was right to ask why he was out here and not with his lover, sighing he looked up at the sky, it all so familiar to him. "I don't presume you know a lot about lycans," he said with a small frown, because he didn't expect him to. "Well, when a lycan experiences stress of some sort, we tend to be more prone to shifting," he confessed, biting the inside of his cheek slightly.
"My boyfriend is a vampyre, and so is his family that I live with," he might as well tell it all. Besides, this daemon clearly wasn't working for his family, no he didn't know a thing about lycans. Maybe that or he was just an extremely good actor. Regardless he decided to trust him. "Safe to say, if I ever hurt them ... I would never forgive myself," that was the main reason why his family had sent that letter. He was sure of it. Lycans had lost control before, and it was in their nature to see vampyres as threats, especially when in their wolf form. "I know it's not a smart solution, that talking with them about it would perhaps solve more, but in the moment I just feel this ... Feral instinct ... Like my body trying to protect itself," it was all in his DNA, but he saw this as his way of knowing that he cared for Eden. He cared for Josette and Kareema too as they were his family now. "Don't tell me you haven't ever run away to protect someone you care for," he said, gesturing to where they were now, just like the daemon had.

Taken her with him? Had she gotten hurt? The more he thought, the more questions popped up in his mind. Perhaps he had lost her to something different than he could imagine. "I get that talking is hard," he sighed, finally sitting down, but being mindful of how much the jacket covered him up. "I just don't want to burden him too much, you know?" he said, looking down with a slight frown, "There's things in my family that I don't want to be a part of, but there are also parts of it I miss." He felt so stupid for missing his family, but that was perhaps because they didn't agree with his quote on quote lifestyle.
"They think what we have is unnatural," he said, biting the inside of his cheek slightly, "that I'll come to my senses, that I'll return to them and stop acting out." It was quite the burden on such a young kid's shoulder. Because that was what he was, wasn't it? A teenager out of bounds and his family worried, trying to reel him back in. "But this is me ... I've never felt more me than when I'm with him," he sighed, turning to look at the daemon. "What do you do now? Have you moved on?"

Romeo was burdened quite a lot. Of course it wasn't a soul crushing burden like having to save the world every day like some superhero, but it was a big burden in his world. The daemon spoke of returning to his previous self, and it made him wonder if he would ever do that if Eden and him broke up. All work, no play. Lately he had felt like he had been really living his life, not just slaving away over some book with trivial laws that were supposed to make him smarter. "Yeah, I didn't really think of loneliness much before I met Eden," he said, smiling softly as he looked down. He was a fool in love, and he couldn't deny it. "He just has this way of creeping in to my mind when I'm away from him ... Like I'm tethered to him in some way that I can't understand," he scoffed, "I must sound like a mad man." Shaking his head softly at himself he turned his head back, looking up at the stars. When he was like this, looking up at the twinkling lights, it was like he could feel the vampyre's breath on his neck that night on the balcony. Breathing out he saw his own breath as a faint white cloud, "I know that they say if you love them, let them go, but I believe that is a bunch of bullshit." Just looking at the stars he felt like he could be anywhere, and as he imagined himself somewhere else, he knew Eden would always be there. "If you love them, fight for them, even if everyone thinks that you're not meant to be ... Because nobody will ever truly understand what you have with that significant other."

He slipped up, and Romeo knew it wasn't Eden he spoke about anymore, no that was the daemon's own experience. It must've hurt. He didn't know the circumstances, but he hoped for the daemon in front of him that he would get over it. Even though it seemed like he was only trying to convince himself that he was. "I don't know your life," he said, just putting it out there so that they were on the same page, "but if Eden ever tried sending someone else in his place, I would worry more, because that would mean something else is going on." He wasn't thinking of cheating, no, it was something much more serious he had in mind. What if Eden was sick and he couldn't move? What if he had been hurt or was caught up in something bad? The possibilities were endless. "Or maybe she's scared ... Scared that facing you might hurt more if you aren't ready to open up yet," he got to his feet as he sighed. He should be heading back now. He didn't want to worry Eden further, and he had calmed down a bit. "In the end you make your own choice, and if she wasn't the one then somewhere out there another one is waiting for you."

"No," he replied truthfully. There was really no reason to lie, especially not to a stranger. "But maybe that day will come, I don't know, nobody knows," he said with a slight shrug.
The notion about the jacket made him chuckle, "I'll take it off before I shift, don't worry," he said nodding towards the trees where he had been naked before. "It might look big on me now, but it would rip as soon as I change," he explained, heading over towards the trees. He went behind it, taking off the jacket carefully before he shifted back in to his self. Shaking his fur in to place he reached down, picking up the jacket with his mouth, moving back out from the trees and over to the daemon. Pressing his snout in to his shoulder once more, he handed back that jacket. Giving him one look he took off, howling as a goodbye, and just to be as noisy as he had called them when they had met.