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Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
At least, that's what the teachers say.
And it is true, at least in Abolish's case.
See he's waited years, so many years, for his sire, his love, to come back.
He counted every one of them.
He counted every year the coven didn't visit.
He counted every year since that fucking witch stole his Lord from him.
Since she set that curse that Abolish thought was bullshit until he didn't wake up.
He didn't wake up.
Scott.
They were doing so well.
Scott was so kind, to him, just him, nobody else, and that proved Abolish was his.
Abolish loved Scott until his heart ached, until he couldn't breathe inside his arms.
And Scott loved him back.
God, Scott loved him back.
He would hold Abolish so gently, every touch meaningful, unlike how he treated everyone else. And he liked it that way. Scott would keep his flirty persona up, but he would be Abolish's and Abolish's alone.
But then Abolish remembered his Lord falling into his arms, though not in the romantic way he would prefer, in the way that something was wrong. Abolish had screamed and sobbed and cried and Scott still wasn't back.
“My- my Lord?” He shook his shoulders desperately “Scott?” His normally bright crimson eyes shut tight.
"Scott please, I'm begging you, wake up!"
The world turned to ringing outside, and Abolish couldn’t keep it together. It was too loud, too bright, and Abolish just wanted to go to sleep and cuddle with Scott, somewhere warm and quiet, just them
It was all the witch's fault.
Abolish was barely aware of what happened that day. He had heard the servants saying that they heard a broken scream, that sounded like metal screeching against stone, piercing through the darkness. Like it came from Satan himself, cursing the world for all his sins.
He just knows that by the end of it his hands were stained by the blood of who-knows-how-many.
He wishes he could kill her over and over again.
He would smash her skull against the wall and watch her blood trickle through the bricks.
He would grab his Lord's knife and stab her senseless, til he wouldn't be able to tell what was flesh and what was sword.
She silenced him, and now he had to pay for it.
He used to pray that the gods— if they exist— would come down from heaven or wherever and bring his darling back.
That was before he realised that he would kill the gods for Scott back, if he knew where to hit.
He would do anything.
Maybe 50 years into Scott being asleep, Abolish had studied for spells to protect the
castle. He carved runes into trees and grew new herbs.
He even needed to leave town, to go to Rivendell for materials.
Never again.
He goes out every morning, to get water for himself, to gather food for his Lord. He cannot bare to watch him be weak when he wakes up— rather sacrificing his time for gathering the blood.
At least it distracts him.
He cannot bare to look at how his Lord is in excruciating pain.
Abolish is in excruciating pain.
See, for some reason, the curse set on Sc-his Lord keeps Abolish from aging too.
He doesn't eat.
Doesn't sleep.
Just always sits in the torture of looking at his heart so weak, so pathetic.
He is still human though. With a human brain. A human soul. Human blood.
And a vampire heart.
Scott tried to convince him to turn, when he saw that Abolish was aging, and that what belonged to him was tainted, though Abolish said no. Abolish regrets it now.
When Scott found him in the snow, so many years ago, Abolish was in a dark place. He nearly ended it there and then, though he is glad he waited.
It would be so much darker without him.
Every night he thinks back to that quote, the one Morcant told him so, so long ago, and he disagrees. Because if— when— Scott comes back, Abolish doesn't know what he'll do. He will be even more heartbroken than before.