roartonrisen | (no subject)

It's there when he's coming back from getting groceries. All of a sudden, there's something very familiar looking looming outside of the Dimera Apartments and though Kieren wants to pretend that he doesn't know what it is, the shape of it and the plastic yellow tape warning people to stay away is something that pushes a chill down his newly sensitive skin. He can feel the dread as he nears it, clenching the groceries tighter.

Kieren's not sure he can even help how much he expects to see an awful sweater and Simon sitting on top of it, but there's no one there.

No one but his grave.

"“Gone is the face we loved so dear. Silent the voice we loved to hear," he hears Simon in his memory, thinks of the poetry that he'd rattled off the very first time they'd met.

And now, outside his apartment, there's a gravestone marking his death. He's alive again and human, but here's something reminding him that at eighteen years old, Kieren decided that he couldn't take it anymore and ended his life. Good thing he never got cremated, after all. Sitting gently down beside it, he's glad it's not Rick's grave, though he knows he might be tempting fate. Ice cream beginning to melt, Kieren can't exactly move, still trying to figure out what he even feels about all this.

Threaded | Flat

They haven't quite made plans for the day, but Sirius is bored and in the neighborhood, trotting about on four feet, and he takes the turn toward Kieren's flat, his tail wagging. It's a good move, he discovers, when he realizes he's caught Kieren's familiar scent and he runs a bit faster, eager to catch up.

But when he takes the turn into the actual complex to find Kieren sitting curled up against what looks like a gravestone, he stops short, his stomach plummeting. Why there's a gravestone in the front garden of an apartment complex, he hasn't a clue. But it can't be good.

Letting out a soft whine, he steps closer then. His eyesight is about the only sense that suffers when he's in this form and it's some moments before he can make out the words on the stone, make out the name. And then he suddenly knows exactly what it is he's seeing and he rushes close, licking at the skin of Kieren's cheek as he nuzzles with a soft, plaintive whine.