Sober Hours - Hige/Quent (you’re warned now)

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Hige’s expression took a bit of a dumb fold expression at the sudden question that the pops had asked him. He probably thought Hige couldn’t take things seriously, or that was how he wanted people to see him. He thought too much and he knew that, but sometimes it was all he had. 

A raw soft expression appeared on Hige’s face again as he smiled back at the older man at the question. He had the urge to kiss his cheek or show some sort of affection, but then again that might not turn out to well as the last time that he was indulged in alcohol  His head leaned against his shoulder and crack of his neck instead looking forward as he felt the smile on his face. 

“Yeah… I believed them” He mumbled lowly with a bit of happiness mixed in his voice. 

He was happy, just to be by the older mans side. To be able to talk about silly things like this or just talk normally at all without being disgusted by his scent. It made him feel a bit safer with the older man.

His eyes lingered on the mass of hair as the new weight settled against his side. A soft hum slipped from his throat as he shifted so he could pull Hige into a more comfortable position against him. The solid press of a curve less body did not bother him. Nor did the heat that he’d never known women to have, that sank into his own almost taking the long chill that had not left him in years.

Arm wrapping around Hige’s back, he kept his hand a touch high on his side. The thought of having someone get as close to him as his long passed wife had, sent his heart jumping like a rabbit. The excitement and fear of something new bled into his mind when he took a moment to just shut his eyes and gently lay his chin over soft hair.

Breathing in, Quent found himself sliding his hand more surely to rest against the hem of his pants. He could almost laugh at how the other reminded him of what life could promise him once more. The flicker of a smile ghosted his lips. The lingering doubt of saying yes to this night quickly dulled to a faint whisper in his mind.

Hige let him readjust his hold on him until he was comfortable feeling his breathing become a bit more relieved and his shoulders losing any last minute tension that he still had over his nervousness. He couldn’t help but thing he was cute like this, not the same kind of cute that girls naturally had. Quent had his own type of cuteness to him when he felt awkward or unsure of himself. 

Which made Hige have the feeling of wanting to tease him.

Slowly his eyes closed a bit while a smile grew on his lips at the thought, a more mischievousness smile that he hid against the warmth of his shoulder. Suddenly he reached out to touch the new found clothes that he was not used to seeing on the older man. It was nice to see him look so refreshed as if something changed in him… although he didn’t notice much of a change since they became closer. There was no profound secret behind him which was refreshing to Hige since it seemed like he was a basket of secrets at times.

“Are ya going to dress like this more often?” He said asked changing the subject between them.

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Pulling his head up, he brought out his hand with a touch too much force, clasping it in a tight shake he’d been taught as a young boy to do. Just as fast, he let go.

“Quent. Quent Yaiden.”

Pulling his legs in, he made to rise to his feet, one hand braced on the wall. He stayed for a moment in the position as his ears flushed and his vision took a loop left. Free hand lifting to his face, he held it there as he forgot his surroundings.

Weight shifting, he lifted his weight unsteadily up and against the wall. If he had a mind to take note as an outside observer, he knew it looked like he was nearly hugging the wall as his knuckles whitened within gloves, grasping the grooves of the bricks. No amount of pride lacking, his lips stayed sealed of any will to ask for aid. Looking over his shoulder at the boy, Hige, he held tighter to the wall. Damn, it wasn’t worth it with the buzz gone. Staring faithfully at the ground to make sure it stayed its few feet away from his face, he thought over questions to ‘possibly’ keep the other from considering his situation.

“What’s brought you ‘round here?”

Putting a foot out, he chuckled at the way it just seemed to help instead of the straight forward position they’d held before. The angle was odd, one foot out, the other flush to the wall as he leaned on his right and clung to the bricks with both hands. Keeping his eyes on ground before Hige’s feet.

The senseless talk kept his mind away from the spin of his unfocusing eyes, which was a mark in his books.

Hige dropped his hand wiping it on his jacket behind him to try and mask the scent off of it, knowing that he was being a bit too rude about it. He sighed at the thought of Blue hitting him for his action before looking up watching the old man carefully. Wondering to himself if he should jump in and help the poor guy even if he never asked for it.

It probably wouldn’t do much good if the guy suddenly felt that he was not human though. 

“Quent is a unique name. It’s nice to meet you, even though I thought that next time I got to you wouldn’t be this hung over.” He splattered out suddenly.  

Noting the smallest things about him he looked around for any sign of blue or a place to stay that he could help the guy get too. Maybe the nearest trash can just in case the let out his guts. Suddenly the question was asked, which kind of supprised that Quent even had the will to hear anything at this point.

“I just thought you needed some help… which it seems I was obviously right.”

“Full of yourself, ain’t ya.”

Quent slurred, taking a step out and away from the wall, swaying as if a strong breeze had caught him. His eyes focused though, enough to keep him on his feet.

“I’m not hung over yet.”

He waved a hand, gesturing to himself and the area as a whole.

“I’m drunk.”

Breathing in sharply, Quent moved himself towards the alleyway, swearing under his breath about it being so far away. Ten steps was ‘far away’ for him. The loud voices of the soldiers inside the bar hurt his ears, their words mocking about the old fool believing in wolves.

“Damn right they’re real.”

He turned to Hige, wondering if the youth even knew what he was going on about. Leaning forward, he scolded at the laughter inside.

“They’re the fools thinkin’ wolves are long dead, boy.”

Hand clasping over Hige’s shoulder for a moment, he stared him down. Much like he used to do to teenagers when they’d been caught stealing. Just to unnerve the poor bastard into spilling what they’d done. Just as quickly he relented, not finding the mocking disbelief that normally let him ramble and curse over the wolves being real.

Though he had stopped, his hand stayed for a moment longer, keeping himself balanced as his eyes completely clouded over. Breath dropping to the low intakes of someone about to pass out. Quent made a soft hum in the back of his throat, using the lingering thoughts of his hate to keep himself on his feet and awake. He could feel his body protest the action, demanding he shut his unfocused eyes and hit the dirt with the force of a puppet having its strings cut.

“You know what I’m talkin’ about, Hige?”

He wasn’t paying attention, as he spoke, eyes fluttering shut for a beat too long before opening to focus on a furred face. A blink and it was gone. Heart jumping into his throat, his mind not quite clinking with the image but his fingers clenching all the same with the instinctive grip of pulling the trigger.

He sighed as Quent grabbed hold of his shoulder for some support wondering to himself if he should call Blue over at this point to take over. She probably would enjoy seeing him even if she is worried that he would hate her when he found out she was their kind.

“Yeah Yeah.” He agreed nonchalantly as the guy rambled a bit with talk about wolves not being dead.

It’s not our fault we’re still around, asshole. Hige thought for a moment before being caught off guard with his question.

Hige backed away from the older man in front of him feeling the back of his hair stand up on edge at his actions. What was he to do at that point…? If he ran the guy  could acutally get a shot at him or might end up dead even with all the experience in the world of living this drunk, which the image of Blue crying over the idiot standing in front of him made him made even more of a conflict for him.

“Old- Quent… calm down, I-i’m a friend of Blues.” He said cautiously watching his body movements. Although he didn’t want the girl he loved to be hurt, he didn’t want to turn out dead for her to end up crying about and adding on to the conflict between her and her owner. 

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay man.” He explained.

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Hige glanced to the side of them noticing the guys can not caught to them, in other words they didn’t notice him leaving which made him sigh in relief, the last thing he needed was to put Blue in danger because of his own stupidity. He was feeling a bit better on his sides but ignored any other pain that was caused from their kicks knowing that they would only be bruises later on. “It’s fine.” He reassured her with a grin hoping that she could match the scent from this distance that was slightly on him and the thugs. He thought it would be better to tell her than her to find out even though he didn’t want her to rush in to action. “Yeah, it was them don’t worry about it. I just don’t want you dragged into it.” He glanced over his shoulder again not noticing anyone.

Blue reached for his hand and interlaced her fingers with his, she wouldn’t admit it but running away from the others made her uneasy. “Whatever you say, Hige.” she was quiet as they continued to walk through the crowd of people, “Where to now?” she asked, frankly it didn’t matter where they went or what they did as long as she was with him.

“We should probably start to try to find the others but…” Hige started while holding her hand tightly as he silently admitted to himself that having to share her with the others would be no fun. He claimed her in his own way that only he probably understood and hopefully after that kiss she did as well. “I want to spend a bit more time with you.” He offered with a childish smile appearing on his lips toward her. 

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Shifting to face Hige’s laid back position, Quent rose a brow at the youth. He held the stunned air of a person that had not expected the inquiry while placing a look that spoke of a teacher looking down on their best student. The question, as he had mind to think over the possible causes for this, did not need an answer. Yet he gave it anyways with a shake of his head.

“No.”

His hand dropped to the little space between them, balancing his weight. Looking the young male in the eyes, he found the inquiry there needing more then his simple answer.

“We’ve got our faults, boy. You don’t have to worry about being good enough or worthless. Not enough damn time for that.”

With a soft sound, Quent lifted his hand, giving Hige’s knee a quick pat before leaving it there. Watching Hige, he wondered over who gave him the thought in the first place. His brows came together as he did so, annoyed already but such a person he’d probably not see or know unless Hige introduced them.

“What brought that up?” His frown deepened as he inquired. It was natural for him to seek the root of things, more so now when he’d been trained to study and learn from he could gather with his senses. His thumb moved subconsciously, rubbing circles over Hige’s knee as he studied his face for answers.

The brown haired boy looked to his side noticing the confused look that the man next to him held at the sudden question, he wanted to laugh at it as if it were nothing but suddenly curiously grew in his chest as the puzzled look suddenly turned into a more calm expression. Hige made sure to look him in the eye since usually the answer came from there then from the sound of his voice. 

His eyes widened a bit to get a vocal answer although it was more satisfying to hear it. Maybe he was rubbing off on him.

Hige listened to his words carefully while his eyes drifted off back to the walls of the room. It was rare when the older man had advice to give him about situations, but then again he was usually too drunk to speak normally about things like this. Hige’s eyes darted to the hand that was now on his knee wondering if it was a sign that they could touch now, in a more comforting matter that didn’t lead to anything nerve racking or strange.

Slowly Hige leaned to his side to that his shoulder could touch the mans silently enjoying the bit of warm that came the small amount of contact. As he pondered how to explain his situation to the elder.

“The friends that I travel with…” He started frowning as he glanced over to his side. “They have their own part to our group…One is the leader, one is the moral support that holds us together, and one is the Brut strength.” He explained as his voice suddenly lost the usual cheerfulness losing himself in his own thoughts as he spoke out loud.

“I got is a fight with the Brut today over how I am useless to the group. I can’t do much…but yeah…” Hige shrugged it off with a small smile on his face even though he kept a raw soft look.

“I was starting to wonder.” The boy turned his head to see Quents reaction offering a more solid smile to lighten up the mood. “You answered my question though, so I guess I shouldn’t have worried.”

A worn smile twitched his lips up as he thought over his words. Telling the other he listened, gave sound advice and held the ability to drag even the lowest thoughts of a man to that of wanting to lift their head again, would that have done him the good he needed?

Maybe, when his system was once more flushed with vodka, he would babble such words. Now, his tongue stayed and years of trying to say something meaningful in sober hours, had taught him that they would not come, or they would come out incorrect.

Pressing his shoulder more firmly into the contact, Quent kept his eyes on Hige’s face, the silent un-admitted belief in Hige, open for him to see. Some part of him wondered just how the other male could read his looks as if he’d written the words on paper for him to read.

With a soft shove to his shoulder, Quent found himself speaking before thinking.

“You believe them, Hige?”

Surprise brushed over his face, until he attempted to brush it away with a reassured look.

Hige’s expression took a bit of a dumb fold expression at the sudden question that the pops had asked him. He probably thought Hige couldn’t take things seriously, or that was how he wanted people to see him. He thought too much and he knew that, but sometimes it was all he had. 

A raw soft expression appeared on Hige’s face again as he smiled back at the older man at the question. He had the urge to kiss his cheek or show some sort of affection, but then again that might not turn out to well as the last time that he was indulged in alcohol  His head leaned against his shoulder and crack of his neck instead looking forward as he felt the smile on his face. 

“Yeah… I believed them” He mumbled lowly with a bit of happiness mixed in his voice. 

He was happy, just to be by the older mans side. To be able to talk about silly things like this or just talk normally at all without being disgusted by his scent. It made him feel a bit safer with the older man.

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Shifting to face Hige’s laid back position, Quent rose a brow at the youth. He held the stunned air of a person that had not expected the inquiry while placing a look that spoke of a teacher looking down on their best student. The question, as he had mind to think over the possible causes for this, did not need an answer. Yet he gave it anyways with a shake of his head.

“No.”

His hand dropped to the little space between them, balancing his weight. Looking the young male in the eyes, he found the inquiry there needing more then his simple answer.

“We’ve got our faults, boy. You don’t have to worry about being good enough or worthless. Not enough damn time for that.”

With a soft sound, Quent lifted his hand, giving Hige’s knee a quick pat before leaving it there. Watching Hige, he wondered over who gave him the thought in the first place. His brows came together as he did so, annoyed already but such a person he’d probably not see or know unless Hige introduced them.

“What brought that up?” His frown deepened as he inquired. It was natural for him to seek the root of things, more so now when he’d been trained to study and learn from he could gather with his senses. His thumb moved subconsciously, rubbing circles over Hige’s knee as he studied his face for answers.

The brown haired boy looked to his side noticing the confused look that the man next to him held at the sudden question, he wanted to laugh at it as if it were nothing but suddenly curiously grew in his chest as the puzzled look suddenly turned into a more calm expression. Hige made sure to look him in the eye since usually the answer came from there then from the sound of his voice. 

His eyes widened a bit to get a vocal answer although it was more satisfying to hear it. Maybe he was rubbing off on him.

Hige listened to his words carefully while his eyes drifted off back to the walls of the room. It was rare when the older man had advice to give him about situations, but then again he was usually too drunk to speak normally about things like this. Hige’s eyes darted to the hand that was now on his knee wondering if it was a sign that they could touch now, in a more comforting matter that didn’t lead to anything nerve racking or strange.

Slowly Hige leaned to his side to that his shoulder could touch the mans silently enjoying the bit of warm that came the small amount of contact. As he pondered how to explain his situation to the elder.

“The friends that I travel with…” He started frowning as he glanced over to his side. “They have their own part to our group…One is the leader, one is the moral support that holds us together, and one is the Brut strength.” He explained as his voice suddenly lost the usual cheerfulness losing himself in his own thoughts as he spoke out loud.

“I got is a fight with the Brut today over how I am useless to the group. I can’t do much…but yeah…” Hige shrugged it off with a small smile on his face even though he kept a raw soft look.

“I was starting to wonder.” The boy turned his head to see Quents reaction offering a more solid smile to lighten up the mood. “You answered my question though, so I guess I shouldn’t have worried.”

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It was dusk in the city, Hige’s new favorite time to run off into the town and have his fun. When he got to see people returning home with their children and the sun barely retreating into it’s own earth bed. He huffed out of irritation while walking down the newly found areas as he searched his ways to Quent’s current resting place, having fought with his pack never put him in a good mood. Especially when Tsume talked down to him as if he wasn’t needed around them at times, and needing to escape from that it was nice to have the thought that he did have somewhere to go for once. 

A place to belong was a strange feeling for Hige especially when the thought led to not a beautiful woman but to an older man. He silently wondered to himself how he even got mixed up in such a mess of feelings. He didn’t like to complain much though since he secretly enjoyed having a shoulder to lean on when he was angry at the world or warmth to feel when he was not in the brightest of moods. Especially when Quent’s scent had lightened of alcohol but who knew how long that would last. 

Hige was snapped out of his own thoughts when he finally found the place already feeling himself lightening up a bit over the previous argument and into his thoughts over how he was planning to greet the a waiting person. 

After trying searching for the right door he finally came face to face with the right entrance finally feeling the nervousness build up in him as he entered the  room to find Pops sitting on the edge of his bed. A grin appeared on his own face. 

“Yo!” Hige exclaimed while closing the door behind him, a light blush appeared on his face from the more casual appearance Quent was wearing making him remember the events that happened the last time they were alone. 

“That’s a nice look for you.” The brown haired boy walked over to him patting his head gently, not being used to seeing him without his hat. 

For a moment, Quent couldn’t meet his eyes. He’d always had some buffer to allow him to talk with ease. Nervous and sober, Quent brushed his pant legs again for imagined dirt on them. Dark grey eyes looking up, he snickered.

“Just an old look.”

His voice failed to hold that deeper roughness that came with his drinking. He couldn’t take a comment the right way, hadn’t been his way to do so for years. Shifting over on the edge of the bed, he made room for the youth to sit if he wanted to. Hands lacking their gloves, moved nervously, trying to keep himself busy. Picking at his cuffs to his sleeves or pulling at the bend of his pants, he shook his head when he noticed it. Told himself it was the same young man that had been around him for so long now.

Same youth he’d poured his very being into kissing, his mind reminded. His nervousness dropped though at the sight of Hige’s blush. A fitting look that brought his gaze to linger on the strong features Hige held.

“Your day go well?”

Quent motioned for casual talk, something to fill the space and avoid bringing up the topic of going out or eating in. If they ate in, he’d cook. He was no master chef, king of the kitchen type, but he could make a dish worth while.

Hige raised an eyebrow as his reply wondering if that was how he dressed before he bought the clothes that layered on it. Slowly dropping his hand flexing it at his side as the lost of warm from his skin tingled a bit.

“Oh?” Hige mused in a more humoring way when he realized that he was nervous at the moment. He hadn’t drank today. That’s comforting.

He noted the movement as the man in front of him shifted to the side leaving him room to sit next to him. Hige complied by taking the seat making sure to leave just enough space between them as he leaned his arms back to support him on the soft bed.

When did it become so comfortable being next to each other…? 

His facial expression softened at the thought while he grazed the new area around him. He could feel the man next to him lose his tension, feeling a bit relieved that he was less nervous. 

His ear twitched at the sudden question making himself wake up from his daze in their silents. Also forcing him to remember the fight that he had earlier, Hige sighed at the thought of it, scratching the back of his head. 

“Alright I guess.” He replied glancing over at the man next to him as a sudden question popped in his head. “Hey, do you think I am no good?”

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Opening his mouth, he paused and shut it again. Memories. Good ones. It leashed a bitter comment from reaching ears and averted his eyes to the earth. Memories of Blue surfaced in his mind. The ache of missing the only family he’d held onto and the knowledge she’d chosen what had killed their family instead of revenge still left his heart bitter.

Inhaling a shaky breath, Quent frowned at the boy.

“It’s Whiskey, my own mix. When I’ve got the time to make it right.”

No one needed to know the mix of brands and a touch of vodka that went into the mix within the flask. It was his to know, his to keep.

The boy’s words dragged him away from his fluid thoughts, running away on him as they willed. Quietly, Quent pocketed the flask, as he squinted at the youth.

“What’s your name boy?”

His buzz was wrecked, the numbness slowly fading. Few more hours, he’d be able to act sober enough to pass as normal. The clammy heat under his shirt would linger and he’d notice it then, but now it was only the blissful warmth that ran threw his veins.

He gagged at the thought of what he mixed in the drink or what it might taste like other than just smell like. Ugh, his nose curled at the thought before being able to do his best to shake it off. Suddenly he saw him put it away which make Hige tense up hoping that he had not noticed anything and also feel a bit proud of himself that he didn’t end up fighting over something that he thought was particularly stupid. 

“My name?” That was a quick, maybe he did have hope to get the old mans approval. Just playing it cool and getting to know him in this form was the best way to go in his eyes at least. “The name is Hige.” He extended a hand out to him like he saw usual human men do when exchanging names. “and you?” He asked carefully so that he still thought Hige knew nothing about him.

Pulling his head up, he brought out his hand with a touch too much force, clasping it in a tight shake he’d been taught as a young boy to do. Just as fast, he let go.

“Quent. Quent Yaiden.”

Pulling his legs in, he made to rise to his feet, one hand braced on the wall. He stayed for a moment in the position as his ears flushed and his vision took a loop left. Free hand lifting to his face, he held it there as he forgot his surroundings.

Weight shifting, he lifted his weight unsteadily up and against the wall. If he had a mind to take note as an outside observer, he knew it looked like he was nearly hugging the wall as his knuckles whitened within gloves, grasping the grooves of the bricks. No amount of pride lacking, his lips stayed sealed of any will to ask for aid. Looking over his shoulder at the boy, Hige, he held tighter to the wall. Damn, it wasn’t worth it with the buzz gone. Staring faithfully at the ground to make sure it stayed its few feet away from his face, he thought over questions to ‘possibly’ keep the other from considering his situation.

“What’s brought you ‘round here?”

Putting a foot out, he chuckled at the way it just seemed to help instead of the straight forward position they’d held before. The angle was odd, one foot out, the other flush to the wall as he leaned on his right and clung to the bricks with both hands. Keeping his eyes on ground before Hige’s feet.

The senseless talk kept his mind away from the spin of his unfocusing eyes, which was a mark in his books.

Hige dropped his hand wiping it on his jacket behind him to try and mask the scent off of it, knowing that he was being a bit too rude about it. He sighed at the thought of Blue hitting him for his action before looking up watching the old man carefully. Wondering to himself if he should jump in and help the poor guy even if he never asked for it.

It probably wouldn’t do much good if the guy suddenly felt that he was not human though. 

“Quent is a unique name. It’s nice to meet you, even though I thought that next time I got to you wouldn’t be this hung over.” He splattered out suddenly.  

Noting the smallest things about him he looked around for any sign of blue or a place to stay that he could help the guy get too. Maybe the nearest trash can just in case the let out his guts. Suddenly the question was asked, which kind of supprised that Quent even had the will to hear anything at this point.

“I just thought you needed some help… which it seems I was obviously right.”

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