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Jeremy wrote: "been awhile since I've been here. This place active or more dead then a horse?"

Dead dead

Cat isn't a species we have in this group

Masami laughed, nodding. "Trust me, this isn't drunk Masami. I haven't been fully drunk in centuries." He chuckled. "I'm abit tipsy right now at best. If i was drunk, I'd be pouncing." He said with a small wink. He grabbed his plate and bowl, putting his plate beside him and his bowl in his lap. He grabbed the remote and then wrapped the blanket around them. He hummed in thought, tapping the remote to his chin. He then went to a streaming sight and put on an old French romance.

Masami's eyes shined with joy and he stood at his demand. He kissed Aston's cheek and took his bowl. He balanced his plate ontop of it and grabbed his water as well. "Thank you...for everything you do." He said with a smile, leading the way into the living room. He put down his bowl, then took the plate off and placed it beside of it. He took a sip from his water and put it down as well before setting up a blanket so they could wrap it around themselves when Aston sat down.

Masami was smiling ear to ear, eventually settling down and nuzzling his cheek. When he heard the oven ding, he whined but let go of his lover. He watched him with loving eyes, reluctantly sitting back down for the time being. He was silent for a moment before speaking. "Lets watch a movie. Your choice."

Masami's eyes shined at his words and he broke into a wide smile. He jumped up and pulled him into a hug, kissing him deeply. He lingered for a moment, breaking the kiss with a loving look in his eyes. "I love you too!" He cheered, and pepper helis face in kisses. He wanted to ask so much for preparation of them moving into one calottage, but held back for now, deciding to wait until the morning.

Masami blinked out of his daze at Aston's worry and kiss. He happily kissed him back, grabbing hold of his hand. "I'm fine. Just thinking, Sweetcheeks." He assured him, lifting Aston's hand up to his cheek and leaning into it. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them back up. "I'm serious about us moving in together." He said, caressing the back of his hand. "There's so much I want to do with you, and moments I want us to have. I understand if you aren't ready, but whenever you are, don't hesitate to tell me."

Masami rest his chin on the counter, watching Aston. So many thoughts ran through his head, for once forgetting about Auguste on his death day. He hummed gently to a tune of an older song. He closed his eyes while his mind focused on the ideal of them living together. He had that thought even before Aston could tolerate him, the simple thought of living happily with Aston. Of course back then he could only imagine Aston actually realizing their fate and how happy they would be. Now all he had to imagine was waking up next to Aston each morning.

Masami leaned against the island counter, sipping at his water. He watched Aston move around as he hopped up to sit on his counter. He stayed silent, a soft smile on his lips. After a few moments, he spoke shortly. "I love you, Aston." He then slid off the counter and walked to his boyfriend, pecking his cheek before sitting at a stool.

Masami nodded, kissing his cheek. He walked in and almost instantly pulled Aston in, kissing him sweetly as he put some things down on his kitchen counter. He broke the kiss with a smile and put his glass in the sink and went to his fridge. He winced slightly at the frudge light, as his cottage had it's lights turn off. He grabbed a bottle of water and took a sip of it, closing the fridge again.

Masami smiled at his lover, happily kissing him back instantly. He was happy to have the night with Aston. He kissed his cheek, nuzzling it softly after they kissed. His eyes were bright at Aston's reply, getting a joyful sound from him. "Sounds great!" He said, grasping a hold to his hips with one arm and using his other to get himself standing, holding Aston tight to him. He grabs his glass and down the rest in a single setting, not much affecting him. "Lets go either sober me up or sleep then." He says, eyes bright as he put Aston down on his feet. He grabs his papers as well and charcoal.

Masami gave a small hum, his eyes filling with love, sadness and guilt still lingering though. He rested his head back down on Aston's shoulder after they shared their kiss. A bit of drowsiness was kicking in from the alcohol, although he was tipsy at best. He gave a soft sigh, nuzzling his neck. "Stay with me tonight?" He questioned quietly, hopeful. He figured Aston would, as it wasn't out of the ordinary persay. He then blinked, his slightly intoxicated state making him speak his mind. "What if we moved in together?" He asked, lifting his head with bright eyes. "We can move into one cottage."

Masami gave a small nod, nuzzling into his neck. His eyes drifted upward, looking ip at the stars. A small smile game to his lips, watching a shooting star go by. He wrapped his arms around Aston's hips and he slowly pulled him into his lap while he spoke. He lifted his head, smiling more at his words. He gave him a gentle kiss, fingers clutching his shirt. "I'm here for you too, Aston. Always." He said, voice quiet as he broje the kiss.

Masami's eyes slid closed, leaning further into his touch. It was exactly what he needed, being close to Aston, soaking in his affection. He rested his head back against Aston's, taking a small breath, calming down. He gave Aston a small nod at his little accusation. "I was married when I met him though, and by time I had to move and divorce my then husband, he had married, so we didn't act on our feelings." He said, a small crack in his voice. He cleared his throat as Aston pulled away, looking up. He looked to his art pieces and nodded. "One of you, one of him. I noticed a bunch of similarities when I was looking at some old drawings I had, so drew you both." He said, resting his head on Aston's shoulder again.

Masami swallowed at the small information he already knew. He took a small breath. He trusted Aston, with all his heart, but he never spoke of the event. "So I've discovered." He muttered, and sighed softly. "I met the tribe in the 9th century, became close to them. Stayed with them for some years." He started, hands figiting on Aston. His hands slipped to his hips instinctively, fingers tappering. "I was in France at the time, staying in a small village when I met them. I felt...drawn to them, but especially to one of the sons, he was about 20 when we met. Auguste was his name. Amazing friend, I loved him dearly...still do, if I'm being honest." Masami said honestly, tears slipping from his cheeks. He felt wrong for saying that, espcially saying it to his mates face. He sighed softly and looked up to his eyes. "I love you so much more. I always will." He said, head tilting into his hand. "But he died, back in 863..." He trailed off, looking back down.

Masami's eyes stuck to Aston's eyes while his own over filled with tears. He flinched slightly at the touch, making him come back to his senses. He blinked, seeing that it wasn't Auguste, but Aston. He took a deep breath, sliding out of his patio chair and to the ground with Aston, pulling him into a tight hug. He didn't reply, just hugged him, head on his shoulder. He ran his hands over his back, tears slowly soaking Aston's shirt. "Death-day." He eventually muttered into his shoulder. He supposed it was a vague statement, as he could probably name atleast one person he knew to die for each day of the year. His fingers twitched on his back and he eventually pulled away. "...Have you heard of the Festu tribe?" He questioned, voice raspy from the day he's had. He couldn't meet Aston's eyes, looking down to their laps.

Masami had most of the world tuned out, sticking to his thoughts. His mind started running with old conversations between him and Auguste, messing with his senses. They were all filled with Auguste. It was all his mind would let him hear, what he seen with his closed eyes. It felt...wrong though, thinking of him like that still, if he were to be honest. He sighed, taking another sip, which cleared his mind abit. That was until he heard his name. With his mind playing games, he simply heard Auguste's voice saying it. He looked around, eyes flinging open. He spotted Aston out by his eyes. He hyper focused on them, his tears pouring. With the mix of his emotions, the drinking, and simply his mind fucking him up today, he saw them as Auguste's eyes. He guessed he was lucid dreaming, but that didn't stop his rein of emotions. "Auguste..." He muttered to himself, his drawing hand stopping.

Masami sat outside on his patio, looking up at the stars. He had some charcoal in his hand, drawing absent-mindedly to keep his hands busy. He had his drawings of Aston and Auguste with him as well, and an old fashioned whiskey mix. It was one he made regularly for himself and Auguste. Tears filled his eyes as his mind ran over what he always dine with Auguste and currently relived some things, such as star gazing and drinking the whiskey mix. He gave a soft sigh, grabbing his glass and taking a sip from it, closing his eyes for a moment.

TW; Mentions of Death

Masami laid in his bed, face down in a simple pair of sweats. It was the weekend, one of the few he was taking for himself. It was rare, as his weekends usually went to grading, sewing, being with Aston, and dance rehearsals. In the right time of year, watching Aston coach as well. He wanted this one to himself though...no, needed it. Always needed this day to himself, which Foster always understood so would give him the day off. He could admit he wasn't the most emotional, usually always joyful and also playful. He mourned now though. April 15th, 863. The date was far long ago to most, but the date and memory was clear as day to him despite it being exactly 1160 years ago today
Auguste Festu. A dear friend of Masami's, the man was. One he loved and cared for dearly. Before a the 840's, he didn't get along well with other non-human races. However Masami ran into Auguste one day while hunting and couldn't help but instantly feel the need to become a friend of his, if not more. It maybe would have been more had he not been married at the time. He thought about that at random. How much happier he would've been with him instead of normal humans. He would've been allowed to be himself, wouldn't have to hide who he was. After some time he had of course had to end his marriage at the time, but still couldn't have the relationship he had secretly wanted due to the one Auguste was in.
Auguste had been in an arranged marriage. With the time, he wasn't at all surprised. Inbreed marriages were rather looked down apon for a starter at the time, but also with the Festu Coven's wealth and status in the world of wolves, and simply mysticals as a whole. Masami stuck close with Auguste, growing fairly close to the coven as a whole even. Auguste was the special one out of them all though. Masami never understood why, even to this day.
Masami reran the date in his mind again though. April 15th, 863. The death-day, of Auguste. It was the death Masami hated seeing the most and mourned over to this day, and after being alive for almost 4000 years, it would surprise most that a non-mate managed that. The death ran vividly in his mind, causing tears to run.

Running. Running for their lives. And flying. Auguste ran in his wolf form while Masami flew right alongside him in his bat form. Masami had just gotten to a breaking point with his need for blood so had lured someone from the village he was just staying at and fed. Auguste was there as well, having tagged along to have a day away from his wife and kids. His wife had even suggested it. Fine woman even if the couple wasn't in love, neither her or him.
They had both thought Masami was out of sight, having went behind some buildings, however a kid and his mother had been walking together at just the wrong time. They both screamed. They watched as a vampire sucked the life out of a close friend while someone stood idly by. It made it worse for Auguste as he was sort of known in the village as a close friend to Masami, making them assume he too was a vampire. Auguste and Masami both froze in terror, having more than the mother and son even. They were caught, something you never wanted to happen, as it almost always resulted in death. Not wanting a blood-bath, Masami dropped the person, who was now gone, and the two ran. Too much attention had already been brought to them, a man chase having start pratically instantly as the screams had caught the attention of the rest of the village, and they were quick to grabbing items. Spears, torches, stakes, rope.
The chase quickly led to the forest, which gave some advantage to Masami and Auguste. They ended up quickly shifting, but Auguste's shifting was caught due to the size of his wolf form. They figured Masami had gone separate ways now. They had reason to kill Auguste too though now, seeing proof that he was't human. They quickly started after him. Auguste was already fairly low on stamina at the moment, making it harder for him. He and Masami had planned to go hunting for Auguste that day as well, would be doing so had they not got caught. Masami cursed himself. He had been postponing feeding, and now he hadn't been careful enough and had Auguste in danger.
Run, run, run. Fly, fly, fly. If felt that was all they did for hours. They couldn't even escape and find the rest of the coven as they were miles away on the other side of the village. Masami and Auguste stopped behind a bigger tree, Auguste shifting back to his human form. He was out of breath. It had been a small bit since they seen the men after them, so they rested. Masami stayed a bat, sitting on his friend's shoulder. They stayed there for some minutes, until they heard footsteps closing in. Auguste quickly shifted back and they were going to start again, but Auguste was caught first, rope around his neck. The hunters paid no mind to the bat, just the wolf. Auguste snarled, fighting against the restraint. The sight made Masami freeze in cold blood. The through their spears at Auguste, some missing but most piercing him, some hitting deep. Some were stabbed repeatedly, and some hunters used their torches, burning him. Masami broke, eyes filling with a blood lust as he shifted back and, one by one, killed each of the hunters or made them pass out long enough for him to deal with later. Considering the amount, it took longer than he wanted and got nicked. He was quickly by Auguste's side, quickly taking the rope off and removed the spears. Once that happened, Auguste used the last bit of his energy to shift back, instantly falling out of the sitting position he was in when he shifted, and laid on his side, coughing up blood.
The sight before Masami made him break instantly. "N-no, don't...don't leave! You're a Festu, you're strong, you can do this, you can live." He was frantic, unsure as to what to do. He had seen death plenty over the last 2700 years, but this one was different then any of his friends, family, or spouses. This was Auguste, the man he loved the most yet. He wasn't ready to see him die, especially not like this. Things in his mind clicked and he went to go for his shoulder to send a healing venom throughout his body, but was stopped by Auguste himself.
Auguste lifted a hand to halt Masami, taking a weak hold of his cheek. He shifted Masami to instead kiss him passionatly, making Masami's eyes widen some before closing. Masami brought a hand to the back of his neck, holding him close.
"I love you, Masami."
"I-I love you, Auguste. Please...don't die."

Masami felt tears run constantly down his cheeks. He remembered trying to save him again, but it was too late, too much blood gone, damage done to his organs due to the attack. He remembered taking Auguste back home to his coven and constantly apologizing, no matter how much they told him it wasn't his fault and that they knew he tried his best. He stayed with the coven for some time after that, taking a sort of fatherly role to Auguste's kids, who he also grew very close with, of course differently though.
Masami rolled onto his back. He couldn't help but noticed that Auguste's appearance was slightly fuzzy in his mind. It happened more often as he grew older. He sighed and sat up, then stood. He walked out of his bedroom and went to the second room he had, which he had designated to storing artifacts and memoried. He went to a box he had specifically for Auguste, having a second for the Festu Coven as a whole. He went to the one for Auguste and opened it up, sitting with it. He took out some art-work of him. He had a good amount of it in comparison to his old spouses. He did this in case of features going fuzzy and he forgot how any of these people looked.
Masami looked over the art he made. At the time, he was able to get hold of more colorful materials to work with. He looked over the fragile parchment, but his eyebrows furrowed. He stood with the art peices and went to his living room and kitchen, grabbing his phone from the counter where he had left it. He sat on the couch, the parchments on his coffee table while he went to his photos in his phone, specifically the folder he had for Aston. He quickly started at comparisons. No, he couldn't do it like that. He stood and grabbed art supplies from his bedroom and then walked back out, placing everything on the coffee table. He started with his artwork of Aston. His art was hyper realistic, and even with it being his first of Aston, it was spot on, each detail. He didn't have the mental placement to admire his lover on the paper as he quickly started on Auguste, using the past art work for reference. He quickly finished that one as well, also looking the exact same as Auguste, down to the last detail. With them both being in his modern day art and colors lining up perfectly, he started comparing again. He quickly found too many similarities for it to have just been his mind screwing with him. The biggest give away was the eyes. In all his time, he had never seen those eyes else were. The eyes of the Festu Coven. Eyes of the Starkhan Coven. They were the same though. The Festu Coven was ancestors to the Starkhan Coven. Auguste was Aston's ancestor. It made sense to him now, but it made him break down crying. He still blamed himself for Auguste's death, which made a small bit of his mind think on how he caused the death of someone related to Aston. However worse so came the image of it being Aston in Auguste's shoes. The image of Aston dying, the only thing worse than Auguste's death was that image. He was still reacting like this was Auguste, simply and ancestor to his mate, over a thousand years before him. What would he do if Aston died? He knew there were ways to extend Aston's lifespan, but that was time wise. Anything could still happen. He curled up, hugging himself. He had to figure something out. He knew he wouldn't be able to live without Aston, couldn't. The memory of Aston in the forest after being mauled ran in his mind. What if he had been too late? He hated it, hated the thought of losing Aston. How...Yuki. Yuki would know. He'd have to talk to her soon about it. He let himself break down for now though. Masami couldn't bare to do anything in this state.

Masami gave a quiet grunt, closing his eyes. He took a gentle breath at the tightening of Aston's legs. His eyes opened widely some at the reply he got and instantly kissed him, holding him close. He quickly deepened it, licking his lips. He reran Aston's words in his mind, twitching in his jeans.