Round Two

[lynx]

He may have to force this out of the other the hard way. it made his heart break, to see this... but perhaps cracking him into a raw and opened being; like a babe... Perhaps that was the only way.

"...As I said, describe the day... that the werewolf bit you."

[.xander;;]

xander didn’t make any response to katze now. not writing, not moving. nothing. he felt the emptiness that often overtook him weigh down on his chest, and for once, he welcomed it. nothing itself was better than being pressed to describe why he was the way he was.

he was almost drained when the stillness behind his eyelids was swiftly interrupted. piercing yellow-black eyes and their owner bounded out of nowhere. the wolf snarled ferociously in his face, making him yelp and jump in surprise and fright. his opened eyes stared up at no wolf, but rather a ceiling and a hard-faced stan. he had tipped backwards when he jumped. well, the ceiling was better than the wolf or the book.

[lynx]

Hrn. He expected a shut down, well, partially. A sigh cast from his lips. This shell was going to be harder to crack than he expected.

"...Xander!" He snapped. It wasn't really a snap, but as close to one as Lynx could. "...If you're not going to talk... " A point was made to the nearby table. "Paint a picture, water, watercolors, and canvas are there~ I guess were going to do hands-on therapy."

[.xander;;]

score. the automated shut down had won him this battle. the war? he’d have to see about that.

xander was actually so relieved that katze let up on him that he stood, replaced the seat very nicely and even dusted it off. he glanced over at the acknowledged table then went over to take a seat at it. promptly afterwards he began a lovely painting.





finally his masterpiece was done. it had only taken about five minutes, but still. xander stood with his beautiful picture and traipsed over to a cork board on one side of the room, already displaying other people’s lovely paintings. his was the best, though. he tacked it up and went back to sit in front of katze.

thank you, he wrote with a sweet smile. that was exhilarating.

his masterpiece featured an obviously specific wolf and a cat. the wolf was a midtone of brown and had distinctive markings of a darker brown. it also had distinct fangs and claws. in its smiling mouth was the bloody cat. the cat was a brown suspiciously similar to mink and its eyes were a blue suspiciously similar to mink’s eyes. it was obviously dead. the painting looked something like this:



so xander was an artist as well as a writer! lovely.

[lynx]

"...Stop with your urges of murdering my cat." He said to the other, obviously not very happy that his precious baby was the subject of mutilations. Xander, Izzy, and other hated his precious Mink... Why?!

Sighs just softly and leans against the chair. "...Now, since you're done with the murderous output; tell me the day when you were turned."

[.xander;;]

who said i was murdering your cat? if he was talking, he would have said that in a quiet, sweet voice. it wasn’t as effective written, but still.

then the therapist decided to nag him again. brilliant. well, at least this time he only asked for the day. that was easy enough to remember without seizing. still, the look he gave katze was cold. monday. december 8th, 2003.

[lynx]

"You were fifteen...?" He muttered softly, and then looked at the other. Now only two reasons came to mind; attention, and... abuse. Neither were liked. A sigh released from his lips, and he shook his head.

"Tell me how it happened." His voice left no room for refusal. This was an absolute.

[.xander;;]

the cold stare morphed into another glare. he bet katze expected him to make another angry or stubborn comment. just to annoy him, he’d tease him. sure, he’d tell him, but he’d leave out all those juicy little details lynx seemed to drool over.

i was where i shouldn’t have been, xander wrote, late at night. a lot of stray dogs ran around out there. i thought that’s all that was out there. obviously i was wrong, since the fucking werewolf tried to rip my hand off. then its werewolf buddies howled at it and it left. then i went home. how exciting was that?

the wolf dragged the vivid memories towards him like a fresh kill. he aimed a virtual shotgun at it. it stopped in its tracks.

[lynx]

"Why were you where you shouldn't be? What place exactly was this, and why was it so forbidden?" Acting out was usually a cry for attention... It seemed the puzzles were finally starting to fall together...

This was an interesting puzzle Xander was giving him. Perhaps he needed... just a few more pieces. Yet; Lynx didn't know what they exactly were.

[.xander;;]

great. he kept on pressing. didn’t this guy know when to shut up? he was like a fucking broken record. even when the brunet chose to answer him, he just kept coming with the questions. it was insane.

i gave you what you asked for, xander wrote with a glare. now leave me alone about it.