You’re the only one for me

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    Cynrik squeezed Marle's hand. "Don't listen to him. I won't deny that you had bouts of violence because of that wolf, but that isn't all you are," he said. "Do you remember my name? Can you try?"

    He tilted his head in quiet question, thinking before looking at him sadly and shook his head, no, I'm sorry, sir. He murmured gently to him as he looked down at the bedding and his own handicapped body. what even happened? What did I do? I was a good husband and a good father, why did I have to give it up? What did I give it up for? Why am I in a time so very different from my own? Why am I not ... whole? Why do I lust after the man in front of me? My wife and son would hate me for I am not holy enough to be with them. What did I do, God? What did I do Father? his voice crackled and broke as tears appeared and began to fall as he drew himself into a ball. Everything hurt and he just wanted to be back in his own time with his loved ones and away from this man that his body craved more than his own wife's soft and motherly body.


    Cue angst

    Cynrik only stared as Marle curled away from his touch. It was understandable, that he would only remember his past, not what happened between them. Andrew had warned him of that. Still, it hurt. It hurt to hear Marle longing for someone else, to be away from Cynrik as if he was a plague out to infect him, to be in a time where Cynrik had not even existed and they never met. The crow felt his own tears silently falling as he stood up. He had to stay with Marle during this but he couldn’t. He left the bedroom and almost slammed the door behind him. Bronze eyes scoured the hall and living room for the next two people he trusted most in his home. “Thaddeus, Andrew, it happened,” he said before his voice broke into a sob.

    (the time he's remembering would have been around when he was transformed/Bitten by a werewolf and was still getting used to his body, but he used to be a man of faith so he lived religiously (by today's standards at least in being faithful) and after the change he'd begun to notice that men were more appealing to him than his wife but they would all be stoned to death and he could not let that happen. So he'd stayed with his wife while wanting others, and seeing Cynrik rewoke that appetite that he'd tamed so long ago and made it ten times worse.)



    Marle flinched as he moved and left, the man drawing into himself again as much as he could. There were seeds of darkness growing inside of him and his mind, ones that were already germinating and spreading roots. He held his head with a quiet sob.


    Andrew jumped, shifting his burden of drowsy Omega to allow room for Cynrik. He opened his arms, needing him to calm down.

    Cynrik took a few shaky breaths to calm down. He failed and started sobbing again twice before his breathing finally evened out. The crow sighed and wrapped his arms around himself, waiting for Andrew to speak.

    Andrew watched him warily, better? he asked softly, allowing Thaddeus time to stir from the sudden wakeup call. The Omega collected himself with difficulty but dusted it off, looking at Cynrik in concern, his memories? he asked gently, still more than half asleep.

    “Yeah...” Cynrik mumbled as confirmation to both of their questions. Well, he wasn’t feeling much better but he wasn’t crying anymore. He sat on a small couch across from the other two.

    Andrew sighed softly, what time period is he remembering, Cyn? Do remember that at different times he was many different people and had different mindsets and memories. Some of them you won't like and some you will. It wasn't very fair of us to have to have you stay with him. he finally murmured.

    "From what I hear, it appears to be at the time he had his first wife. I also assume it was near when he just turned into a wolf," he murmured. His voice was muffled as he buried his face into a couch cushion.

    Thaddeus got up and walked over to rub his back, I'd suggest we get his eldest son, Alex, but he's a bit of a big dick if yknow what I mean. They always fight, those two. he murmured softly. don't take his words to heart, he's just as scared as anyone would be in this situation. He was a man of faith back than, this would have been when he was 18, Cynrik. He was new to being an adult and soldier. This was right after the Crusades because he was Changed during the Crusades.

    Cynrik nodded, surprised to hear that his memories reverted that far back. Over 900 years of his life was forgotten. "How do we get him here?" he asked Thaddeus. He appreciated the Omega trying to comfort him.

    Thaddeus let out a soft breath, walk him through each recovery. He has to become each of these people all over again. It is a part of accepting who he is.

    Thaddeus' face darkened, his son would kill him as soon as he sees him. he muttered in an angry tone before shaking it off, If you really think Alex will help him I'll get in contact. He'd much rather kill you too.

    Thaddeus grimaced, keep telling him to remember. Offer him a safe place in your arms. He's like a lost puppy or child, he's scared. He murmured

    Marle was quietly drawn into himself in the corner of the room, having managed to his chair. His lips were moving in silent prayer

    Cynrik walked up to the wheelchair. He felt sympathy for the man sitting before him, curled up like a frightened child. The crow leaned down and wrapped his arms around Marle, and leaned his head on his shoulder.

    the wolf tensed up in his arms and shook. His breathing was panicked and irregular with his heartbeat. He calmed down after a few frightened minutes and buried his face into him.