Except, now he was hoping to escape. Hoping for freedom. Hoping for a world beyond the hybrid that seemed to sink his claws in him and refused to let go. Rubbing at his arms to fight off the chill, the fey hybrid stood nervously near a wall ruin. He didn’t know where Ezekiel was at the moment. He couldn’t figure out if he cared. Sure, he didn’t want to care for that little bully. Even though Ezekiel was significantly younger than him, he still pushed around Jossiah. Even when Jossiah was a junior and Ezekiel still a freshling, the bullying was present. Ever since the first meeting, when his wings were painted on by the young menace.
Jossiah felt like little more than a toy for the youth’s entertainment and it sucked. But… he was also terrified of him. If Ezekiel was just words, that would have been somewhat easier to fight off. But cornering, digging nails in, tugging on his wings… Jossiah’s wings fluttered uncertainly at the memory. He didn’t know how to face those sort of things.
Even if Zeke were the type to just verbally bully, the fey hybrid wasn’t quite sure how he would fight back. Sure, he may comfort himself by saying “if only it weren’t-“, but truth was… Jossiah simply trembled at the first sight of conflict. A flaw he surely needed to work on. If he had the time to work on it.
If Ezekiel didn’t crumble any progress he made in his self confidence.
And now, because of being pushed around and inevitably unable to say no to Zeke and mean it, Jossiah was standing in the woods. Nearing dark. In the cold. Alone. Where was the junior?
Puffing out a breath and watching the cloud of air, he counted until ten before finally moving from his spot. His eyes roamed around, looking for the junior. No, any company was better than alone. And… Jossiah refused to acknowledge that Zeke had become such a part of his life that the junior not being around had him off balance. ”Z-Zeke,” he called out, passing by the window. His eyes moved to scan the area beyond the window and he froze.
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