Th. Sebastian X Alton - Tumblr Posts
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he hadn't been in new haven long enough to understand what everyone was so afraid of, what hid in the shadows that made them all so tense and cautious, but he knew enough to know he needed to be prepared for something. his late night wandering a week, or so, ago had led him to meeting river-- and to buying a modern bow for himself that he could keep in his home as a last stitch defense-- but it felt foreign in his hands; it felt weighted down; it felt human. he knew what he needed to do.
donning some of the clothes he hadn't worn since making a home for himself here in this realm, clothes that his old friend teasingly called his authentic ren-faire outfit, the elf alpha abandoned the comfort of his home and made a crude campsite for himself out in new haven's woods. he was careful to keep himself away from others so that his ritual wouldn't be interrupted; and so that he wouldn't have to explain himself. it took him three days to carve out his bow, and his arrows, from the surrounding trees-- and while they weren't as powerful as what he could have found in the wild lands, new haven had a magic all it's own, woven into the fiber of every living thing that, that he was able to imbue into his weapon.
on the third night, after the bow was finally finished, he put out the fire at his campsite and made his way to the salt water lake. scanning his surroundings briefly, he decided he was alone so he pulled an arrow from his quiver and set it into place. pulling back, the bowstring seemed to glint with flecks of light, as if they were stars, in the glow of the moonlight. taking a deep breath, the elf centered himself before finally letting go. the arrow whipped out of his clutch, arching over the shore and over the water with incredible speed before finally piercing the water's surface towards the deep center. for a moment he thought he saw something out there beneath the surface, right where his arrow slipped under. "the only thing you need to worry about is getting that arrow back," he mumbled to himself as he tried to calm his own concern that he might have hurt something; or almost hurt something. "at least we're alone out here..."
he heard the rush of water, of something coming for him, but before he had the chance to think or react the elf found himself being thrown back onto the ground; landing hard. so much for being out here alone.
lifting his head out of the dirt, he felt the pointed tip of his own arrowhead press flush against his throat; scraping against his adam apple as it bobbed when swallowed his breath. "why," alton repeated the question back as he blinked quickly to help clear his blurred vision so he could get a proper look at the soaking wet man that he was currently pinned beneath-- and he was quiet the sight to see. lifting himself up on his elbows a bit, being careful not to press himself into the arrowhead too much, the elf looked between them and let his head cock to the side as he took in just how naked the man was; and then he smelled him. omega.
"why are you naked?" his voice was tense, his jaw clenched, as he finally let his eyes drag back up to meet the other's gaze. alton liked to think he had self control but there was no denying that the naked omega pressing down against him-- that the tension between them-- was awakening something in the alpha.
it was obvious there was some sort of miscommunication here but rather than apologizing, the elf continued to slowly lift up and push against the omega trying to hold him down. all of this could have been sorted with a simple i'm sorry, i didn't know you were there or my apologies, i was testing my bow and didn't see you. i hope i didn't hit you... but instead the elf chose to match the other's growl with one of his own. "get off of me." his voice deepened, his own frustration beginning to show through, as he narrowed his eyes at the omega. he was giving him a chance, a warning if you will. move or be moved.
It was odd to have a quiet night like this one. Tyler was demanding or fussing about something all the time, but tonight he was with his friends at a sleepover so his place was quiet tonight. Odd. After an hour of the stillness of the night, he got up and left for the lake. He undressed, put his clothes neatly on the side together with his towel, and jumped into the water.
At first, he just swam. No transformation. After a while of swimming, he transformed all the way through and dived, swimming around underneath the surface. People didn't like when he did that, him being a shark and all, but he was alone tonight, right? He could get away with it. Besides, he would feel it if someone entered the water and he would simply resurface and no big deal. Except...
Something shot into the water almost hitting him. He jumped and looked around finding a handmade arrow. He grabbed it and growled. Had someone tried to kill him? He knew things were tense in town but, this?! They wouldn't get away with it. He saw someone approaching, probably to confirm if he was dead, so he jumped out of the water and pinned the man down on the floor. The arrowhead against his throat. Sebastian was half transformed but still very much naked. "Why?!" He demanded, his voice deep and guttural from the transformation.
