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From the first 'clonk' of Makenna's shoes hitting the wooden planks A'Hallei was on alert, on his feet and walking swiftly to the orifice in the floor they entered and exited from. So far he had never encountered any intruders, and wasn't too keen on starting that record now. Snot nosed brats thinking they could invade and capitalize on his treehouse needed to be set straight-- and quickly.

However, the view of the familiar black haired teenager set a cold chill through A'Hallei's frame. He should have known it would be him-- how could he have gotten so distracted?

Stepping out of view of Makenna approaching from below, A'Hallei rushed to his corner of things, pulling out his extra chestplate he used as a mirror and combing out his ensnared white locks. He pulled the white mass into a swift braided tail, and straightened out his clothes, returning to his place at the table. There was little he could do about the state of the room now though, aside from swiftly hanging a sheet of chain mail above one of the more mangled walls. He did so and returned to his chair, watching the door intently for Makenna to enter.

"Makenna." A'Hallei said, not even noticing that he called his beloved by name for the first time today. "Welcome back." He offered lamely, toying feebly with the corners of his newspaper. His slim pale hands rasped against the material gently, rolling in one of the corners. What to say? What to say?

He stood, pushing the chair back with his legs, realizing that even though he was thinner than Kenna, he still towered over the youth. Today A'Hallei went sans armor, he hadn't slept with it on, and hadn't needed to leave the house yet. The soft material of his teal shift curved around his thin body, revealing the musculature underneath.

Neon green eyes looking his love over, A'Hallei was struck by how afraid he looked, and was perplexed before he remembered the state of the room. He was potentially a dangerous person, but not to Makenna, never to his obsidian. Like a great cat was gentle to his cubs, A'Hallei was gentle to Makenna. He walked toward him, feeling almost palpably the heat that radiated from Makenna's body.
"Missed you." He said, lifting his arms, asking through body movement for a hug.

The ghostly youth found himself suprised that he was so profoundly touched by the moment. Kenna home and in his arms at last, he pressed a kiss to the top of that tan forehead, holding his lips there as he sought to capture this moment as clearly as he could manage. He never wanted to forget these times. Too soon Makenna stepped back away from him with an embarressed, almost remorseful expression.

A'Hallei shook his head, letting his eyes fall to being half hooded.
"A'Hallei never could have made Makenna stay. Makenna has things he has to do. A'ha--I am sorry I cannot be more normal for you."

Genuinely ashamed of himself, he cast his eyes to the floor. They were just children before, living out a treehouse fantasy. Makenna was growing up-- But instead of A'Hallei leaving him, it was the exact opposite.
"A'Hallei loves you, Makenna."

Still nowhere fluent, he found it a little easier to place his thoughts to words. The ease with which his mind made descriptions was slowly becoming less strained. But, it seemed that his love was expecting him to be the same as when he left. In most regards, he was, but his mind was maturing, and things indeed were starting to change.

Long gangly pale limbs encircled the boy again, trying in vain to warm him, though when he was more chill than he was, it was a wasted effort. He stepped back and walked back toward the desk, grabbing at the newspaper. He held it out with the numbers circled.

"A'Hallei been calling contractors, make cabin in woods for Makenna, treehouse too small, unsafe." He made out carefully, waving the newspaper. It crinkled between his hands as a wave of anxiety passed through him again. "Home."

A'Hallei blinked at Makenna in slight confusion. What happened here? He looked around at the room, still bare, missing chinks of walls letting the light flood in leaving odd patches on the floor, no sink, bathroom or even secondary room, scratches, scuff marks and general wear and tear. What happened?

"I happened." He offered simply, slipping on a gauntlet and placing the fingers over one of the rows of scratches, illlustrating the perfect match up. Some were made from fingernails, but all of them were devastating.

He let the armor drop to the floor with a clatter.
"No place for Makenna to stay in. If A'Hallei makes a real home...Makenna might decide to stay."

A'Hallei had turned to set down the newspaper, but was shocked to see clear tears on Makenna's tan cheeks when he did return to his original position. Almost immediately he was on his knees before his love, one hand on the cot, the other reaching up to lift the tears from his obsidian's face.

A few glittering droplets were suspended in dark lashes. A'Hallei, with all the gentleness in the world brushed his thumb across them, clearing them from his eyes. Seeing Makenna cry like this almost broke his heart.
"Staying with A'Hallei makes your tears fall. I won't press, but A'Hallei's door and heart is always open for you. A'Hallei understands."

He took a warm brown hand in his own and brushed his thumb across the smooth knuckles. It almost for all intents and purposes appeared like he was about to propose. Instead, he bowed his head to kiss the top of that cherished hand, trying to prove with a single gesture his affection and apologies to his love.

((That was such a sweet journal entry you did! T-T))

He was confused by Makenna's words, tears meant pain or sadness. But he couldn't be making his love sad, if the embrace meant anything. He let long pale limbs slip around Makenna's shoulders, hugging the darker boy close to him. How he missed this warmpth. A'Hallei leaned down his head to press sweet kisses to the side of Makenna's neck, the heat on his lips making him dizzy with desire. How had he forgotten what this felt like, what joy was to be found in this one's arms? So innocent, so serene, so succulant! Like a starved man he lapped at Makenna's neck, the saltiness of flesh burning his tonge anew.

He pulled back, neon eyes darkening somewhat with telltale lust.
"What causes your pain? A'Hallei wants to make everything better for you."

He grasped Makenna's hand and pressed it over his heart, to feel the steady and strong beat that pulsed below. He would not be this upset over nothing. If A'Hallei caused him pain, he wouldn't hug him or return to his arms, if the treehouse was the problem, he would be happy at mention of a new one? He had no fresh bruises, and was actually looking better than A'Hallei remembered, stronger-- more fit, with a sleek dancer's physique. A'Hallei reached his scarred and slender hand foreward and pressed it over the center of Makenna's chest, letting his mind slip forth to caress his love's gently.

"Blue hair!" He gasped.

The image flickered before A'Hallei's mind as Makenna thought of him. The reason for his troubles. Being siblings with Samsara "the dark warlock" had its effects on the pale teen as well. The two of them had inherent supernatural qualities, though it did nothing to alleviate A'Hallei's mental illness. That part of him came and went with his general wellness.

"Dark skin, blue hair" He repeated, neon gaze steeling for the barest of moments. He stopped, and let his eyes close, his hand falling from Makenna's chest. There was nothing but fondness for the image that was conjured, Makenna wasn't being hurt by him. A'Hallei wrangled the emotion down, knowing that blue hair was the reason Makenna was unsure.

Had blue hair offered him a choice he had to make? Something he had to 'figure out on his own.' and A'Hallei knew damn well making an issue of it now would not help his position at all. He should thank blue hair, actually, for looking after his love.
"He treated Makenna well. Who is blue hair?"

How well? What all had they done together? The prospect of having to share Makenna was frightening.