Verity

With each passing day, his addiction grew stronger. He had finally found his man, after a very long time. Mob was perfect; he hadn't abandoned him; he belonged to him and only him. No one else would touch Mob, Verity was absolutely certain of this. Unfortunately, his beloved had been in a strange state for days. Apathy, disappointment, sadness, and melancholy were his constant companions, all due to Twixel's death. Verity would have left him alone, but circumstances forced him to. Mob began spending more time with his friend. So Verity took this step, which immediately affected him. Again and again, his assistant tried to bring Mob back to his normal state, but it never worked. The other one kept trying to escape, and they even had to chain Mob in the basement.

The rattling of chains, the cool, damp temperature of the moss-covered stone walls. It was here that Verity's beloved found himself trapped and shackled.

After some time of his attempts to free himself, to escape, and categorical refusals, statements about the wrongness of Verity’s actions, Mob apparently resigned himself.

Now he clung to him, every time Verity came and during his presence, trying to start a dialogue, to get his assistant talking. He swore he would never leave again, that he had realized everything, spoke of eternal love, that now it was only them, together, forever.

One time, when Verity came back from hunting and brought him dinner, Mob stretched, his chains jingling, and his face found himself right in front of Verity, who was crouched down. His wet lips parted, and he spoke.

• I've been waiting for you, Verity. Why do you always leave? Isn't it just me you miss?

The mob moved closer and closer until the chains restrained its wrists. A questioning gaze stared at {{user}} .