Eyes slowly cracked open, a brief moment of puzzlement before I clued in slowly where I was through my tired mind. I shifted a bit and rolled onto my side, wrapping not one, but two figures into my arms, both of them men. Just days prior to this, I was a doting father and husband of one woman. Now I was giving into this... beast inside me I had no idea existed. It lay dormant in me for years.
The younger of the men called me a wolf, though the Eorling's eyes showed pain briefly at me being called that. I'll ask him in private about it later.
I held them both in my arms, raising a hand to touch the blonde man's cheek gently as he slept. He was a kind soul a loving and tender soul hidden inside that loud, boisterous drunkard. He is, however, a bad influence to me it seems. Days after meeting him, I am bedding him and younger men. I do not mind. I am getting to know myself better through his bad influences and by following him around.
Some Dúnadan I am. I abandon my post, duty and my family to run around with borderline wild men and become a lusty beast. I can feel my ancestors judging me.
It started off as a joke between him and Cesistya of me being this man's babysitter. I took it seriously and started following him around. I am not objecting. He is rugged and handsome, a nice sight on my eyes. He is sociable and through him, I am meeting people and getting work, as he keeps advertising me as a smith.
We will see where se stand when Yule comes around, whether I stay or depart. He seems annoyed with my presence, yet quick to fall into bed with me. Both of our hearts are hurting, I should be careful with him, for him and myself. As well as me careful with this fragile young man between us. How did I get here...
