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As Richard stepped into the small space which had been turned into a makeshift home, memories came flooding back to him. It was as if he had entered a time capsule which brought him back to Glasgow over five years ago.

Candles creating a false sense of warmth and homeliness, a pile of smelly blankets and a pillow pretending to be a proper replacement for a real bed. A small box of belongings, clothes, way overdue a wash, torn and scattered. Even a pile of books. Richard's books (and his teddy bear) had been his most valuable possession and the thing which kept him going through the nights on the street.

It all came back to him in a rush of conflicting emotions, only heightened by the figure of the boy he had been following here, huddled in the corner by the rusty radiator, staring at him with wide glowing eyes. Whatever shimmer kept humans from recognizing his true appearance, Richard could see right through it. After all, this had been the reason he had been following the boy from the shelter to his hideout. He wasn't just one of the homeless.

Glowing blue-purple eyes sitting in dark sockets, his lips slightly black and his ears similarly pointed as Richard's but also partly coloured black with a purple glow. The long spider-like fingers with the sharp nails were clenched around the boy's slim wrists. Richard couldn't tell what he was, but both his fae and his wolf senses picked up on the magic of the boy.

"Stay back!"

"Sorry, I didn't want to startle you." Richard held up his hands calmingly.

"You're the guy from the shelter."

"Yes." Richard smiled and inched a bit closer, ready to stop if the boy demanded it. "My name is Richard. And I think you know that we have something in common." Actually, it was more than just something. The boy was him five years ago. Lost and alone. And Richard decided that he wouldn't let that continue.

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Richard volunteers at a homeless shelter in London - and I know the mesh shirt is a bit of a weird choice for that, but... oh well. Say hello to Kearon. I won't spoil who he is just yet because I intend to write a short story about how he and Richard meet and how he comes to Whitechurch Manor. He was supposed to be a throwaway character created by StarEyedOcelet but by now the concept behind him is too good not to make him a recurring character.

This is also the first time I have ever written the new version of Richard after his character got rebooted. StarEyedOcelet and I are slightly obsessed with our Fae-Wolf boy.

Anyway, this is basically acting on kiwihobbit 's prompt from my journal. It's just Richard, not Tariq, but it introduces a new character, yay.

Description

As Richard stepped into the small space which had been turned into a makeshift home, memories came flooding back to him. It was as if he had entered a time capsule which brought him back to Glasgow over five years ago.

Candles creating a false sense of warmth and homeliness, a pile of smelly blankets and a pillow pretending to be a proper replacement for a real bed. A small box of belongings, clothes, way overdue a wash, torn and scattered. Even a pile of books. Richard's books (and his teddy bear) had been his most valuable possession and the thing which kept him going through the nights on the street.

It all came back to him in a rush of conflicting emotions, only heightened by the figure of the boy he had been following here, huddled in the corner by the rusty radiator, staring at him with wide glowing eyes. Whatever shimmer kept humans from recognizing his true appearance, Richard could see right through it. After all, this had been the reason he had been following the boy from the shelter to his hideout. He wasn't just one of the homeless.

Glowing blue-purple eyes sitting in dark sockets, his lips slightly black and his ears similarly pointed as Richard's but also partly coloured black with a purple glow. The long spider-like fingers with the sharp nails were clenched around the boy's slim wrists. Richard couldn't tell what he was, but both his fae and his wolf senses picked up on the magic of the boy.

"Stay back!"

"Sorry, I didn't want to startle you." Richard held up his hands calmingly.

"You're the guy from the shelter."

"Yes." Richard smiled and inched a bit closer, ready to stop if the boy demanded it. "My name is Richard. And I think you know that we have something in common." Actually, it was more than just something. The boy was him five years ago. Lost and alone. And Richard decided that he wouldn't let that continue.

~~~

Richard volunteers at a homeless shelter in London - and I know the mesh shirt is a bit of a weird choice for that, but... oh well. Say hello to Kearon. I won't spoil who he is just yet because I intend to write a short story about how he and Richard meet and how he comes to Whitechurch Manor. He was supposed to be a throwaway character created by StarEyedOcelet but by now the concept behind him is too good not to make him a recurring character.

This is also the first time I have ever written the new version of Richard after his character got rebooted. StarEyedOcelet and I are slightly obsessed with our Fae-Wolf boy.

Anyway, this is basically acting on kiwihobbit 's prompt from my journal. It's just Richard, not Tariq, but it introduces a new character, yay.