Instead of going to Ken’s house, Noble decided to return to his own realm. The incubus’s who were there most likely didn’t have a human to feed off of yet, or were just like him and had no real place to go. Walking past what looked like doors, Noble stopped when the woman from earlier appeared in front of him. With a irritated look, Noble passed her and sneered. He had no intention of speaking with anyone at the moment, in fact he felt incredibly forlorn so why not just keep himself in the mood.
As Noble walked towards his ‘house’ like area, he sat down against the wall and closed his eyes tightly. Rubbing his forehead he had a lot to think about, a whole lot. He loved ‘chasing’ Ken, in fact he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, but that was the problem.
It was as though he was driving himself insane. The fact that he was trying to go after someone who is ‘straight’ and barely liked him was difficult enough, but now he associates himself with other men. Noble opened his eyes and looked at the wall in front of him. Once he went over the ideas of what he could do in his mind he stood back up and wrote a list on a piece of paper he made appear out of thin air.
“First…” Noble whispered as he jotted down on the paper ‘Keep trying’. With a soft scoff, the incubus went onto writing a second option. “Look for someone else to feed off of. Fuck that.” Noble grumbled to himself as though he was arguing with his own thoughts. Although that left him with one last option.
Noble starred at the third line he wrote, sighing deeply and saying it aloud while closing his eyes. “Starve myself to death. Tsk fuck.” He ran his hand through his brown hair and breathed out deeply yet again. The last option was beginning to get a little more tempting everyday that passed, but remembering Ken in the dream last night snapped him back to the first option.
He had to keep trying.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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