[GIDEON]
"I know where I was headed," Gideon said stubbornly, making Grant scoff.
This witch was something else.
"Okay, well, I'll see you around, Gideon of Greroth," Grant said as he walked back to where he had been.
He was hoping that he could hear more from Gideon, but if the witch wasn't even willing to initiate a discussion with him, what was the guarantee that they would even talk to each other anyway?
"Hey, we need to talk," Gideon said to no one in particular, but Grant heard him.
"Wait, I— I kinda need to talk to you," Gideon said, his voice growing quieter with each word that came out of his lips. He sounded so unsure that even Grant could feel it. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe they just needed to ignore their bonds.
For a moment, Grant felt like this would be his doom, or maybe he was just overthinking everything again.
"What do you want, Gideon?" Grant asked defeatedly, and it took every ounce of Gideon's willpower to not smile at how beautifully his name sounded on the warrior's lips. Gideon was tempted to hear it more times.
Grant was however not sure of what he expected, because this man had made a beeline for the exit just a few moments ago, and now he was back. Staring at the man who was mated to him, he didn't feel secure anymore, and that bothered him.
As much as Grant wanted to believe that the great psycho Gideon of Greroth was back for him, he knew that the man had an ulterior motive.
Gideon seemed to be the calculative kind of a person and his coming back to Acrod had to be one very calculated move, and for that, Grant felt his heart sink into his stomach a second time. What was next then?
"I just needed to talk to you, one last time," Gideon responded as he walked towards Grant who hadn't even made an effort to move away. He had turned back and was staring at Gideon, glaring at him, like it was something he had been waiting to do.
But this right here was something that he felt they both needed to do. He could smell something like a rejection but he wanted to hear it. Maybe because he didn't want to crush his soul overthinking about what Gideon wanted.
Or maybe it was because of the history the mate he was given had.
"So you really are leaving, huh?" Grant asked, clearly done overthinking the situation. He was prepared for what was to come, even though he could feel himself almost shit himself from the fear of what Gideon would do.
"You know I have to leave, young wolf," Gideon said and Grant let out a sad laugh.
It was the only way to stop the tears that had started forming, from free falling down his cheeks. He didn't want to be pathetic, and yet the man in front of him made him weak at just a glance.
"I guess I'm privileged to have the great Gideon of Greroth coming to bid me goodbye. This is a privilege, right? Or what should I call it, oh wait, the kiss-me-one-more-time privilege? Anyway, you can say your goodbyes quickly, I have things to attend to here."
Gideon looked at Grant, unsure of what he expected. This man was different from the man he had met last night, but then so many things always changed when the sun was high up in the sky. Maybe this was just one of them.
"Ah— Yeah, Umm, goodbye, young werewolf. I guess I'll see you around, right? In one of the meetings that your king may let you tag along. Fuck I'm rambling. Anyway, goodbye, friend."
And with that, Gideon walked towards the warrior, quietly passing the man his heart was currently hammering for.
'Friend? What a sick joke,' Grant thought to himself as he watched the man leave him without so many words. Perhaps Grant had expected a confession of sorts. Or maybe he had just been hoping that the unexpected would happen, but as usual, he was right.
The expected did happen.
He had just been indirectly rejected, so if this was his chance to lose his dignity, then he would do it. Besides, it wasn't like he would be seeing Gideon of Greroth anytime soon right?
'I'm so sorry about this, I had to,' Gideon thought to himself as he watched his mate's teary eyes.
"Gideon," Grant voiced out weakly, when the man was barely a few feet away from him. He could see how devastated Gideon was, by their brief goodbye and he just wanted to make sure the man was okay.
Grant was intelligent.
He knew that he and Gideon had no chance of being together, but he also had to admit that the witch of Greroth came back to Acrod just to say goodbye to him, which was so heartfelt and nice.
"You don't have to. Come now little wolf, there are responsibilities waiting for us both, yeah?" Gideon said, hurrying away for the young werewolf, but he stopped when he suddenly felt sparks on his body, making him lose focus for a moment there.
What the fuck had just happened?
"Please, don't go… at least not yet," Grant pleaded again, hugging Gideon from the back, his voice sounding so pathetic in his ears, but perhaps this was his only chance to save whatever was of their bond, right?
To Gideon, Grant had to be high on something because right now, everything was confusing Gideon, and this warrior was right at the center of it. However, Gideon knew what to do.
He may have felt what Grant was feeling, but this was going to be for both their sakes. Gideon had already made his decision, and it couldn't be delayed, no matter how beautiful the man behind him was.
"Should I come with you? I don't mind living among the warlocks, as long as it's with you, or close to you. Don't leave me here, please," Grant said, his words making Gideon feel something different.
The witch wasn't sure what it was, but he knew this would hurt so bad. Once again, he reminded himself to always listen to Criselda, because listening to Criselda would always save him heartbreaks and awkward situations like this one.
"No, you can't," Gideon said, his voice coming off a little too harsher than he had wanted to, but the damage had already been done. Gently, he turned to look at the beautiful warrior holding onto him for dear life.
He wanted to wipe off the frown on his face, but that would be too costly for both of them. The sparks in their bodies didn't even help the situation, especially with Gideon's great desire to eat him up.
"Are you rejecting me?" Grant asked softly.
Gideon lifted the wolf's head up, leaving a soft kiss on his lips, an assurance that this wasn't what he had in mind. It was like a reminder that no matter what happened, the warrior could always count on Gideon.
Grant wanted to deepen the kiss, but Gideon pulled back, knowing so well his words would have a lasting effect on this beautiful man staring at him with deep black eyes he wanted to drown in.
Maybe this was the best idea, because at least he would get to finally see his reactions.
"I don't want to, little wolf, but this is something I have to do," Gideon said, and Grant felt himself tense.