Topic: Breadcrumbs left for a Lover

QuinnDeFortes

Date: 2010-11-11 04:20 EST
There was a note left on the bed, one of those clich? start here ordeals. On the pillow in a bed of roses it said simply:

?Your next clue will be where we watched the stars on my first night in white.?

The clue was not a hard one, it would be only a matter of time before Dirk would figure out that it was the night of his first change he was talking about. When they laid in the bed of the truck blood spattered and sated. It had thrilled Quinn to have such a vivid picture there in the forefront of his mind as he taped the next note to the bed liner.

This clue was in an envelope, perfect slanted script scrawled over the front of it in bold black ink. It simply said ?My Darling?. Inside was nestled a single note card a red heart precariously painted on the front. Inside was once again a clue in Quinn?s slanted handwriting.

?The next will take you to where we greeted Eli for the first time as a pair?

Down by the lake, taped to a single stem of a reed. Where they had been skinny dipping with Genny. She had been so embarrassed to be caught indecently swimming. Quinn remembered fondly as he waded waist deep in water to deposit the note onto the reed, the exact shape of Dirk?s tan lines as his husband had walked out of the water that day. He found himself pausing and subsequently stirring over the thought. Clearing his throat before wading out of the lake to put up other notes.

Dirk Stevens

Date: 2010-11-11 23:57 EST
Dirk had only been in the shower a few minutes. So walking into an empty bedroom that had been occupied by Quinn before said shower was a curiosity. Canting his head, he sniffed the air. Quinn's scent filled the room, but was fading. Hazel browns scanned the room and fell onto the bed of roses and the note. "What are you up to?" he chuckled and walked over to retrieve the note and a single long stemmed red rose from the pillow.

He read the note as he sniffed the rose, a fond smile on his face. Indeed, it did not take him long at all to figure out the first clue and leave the bedroom. The rose was still held to his nose and the note in his fingertips as he walked. The rose was held under his nose to muffle Quinn's scent. He didn't want to cheat Quinn, nor himself, of the experience that Quinn had obviously worked so hard on.

As he walked out of the house, he looked up at the crescent moon in the cool, dark sky. The night of Quinn's turning was running through his mind. He remembered the guilt of giving in to his own yearning and then watching the man he'd grown to love go through such excruciating pain. The mist from his eyes cleared and the regret left him quickly as he thought of the hunts they shared since that night.

Once he reached the truck, the rose was transferred from one hand to another as he read the second note. This invoked such a strong, happy memory. The three of them, best friends and bonded by their shared pasts, swimming and laughing. Truly it was the best of times. And as he wandered towards the lake and the note on the reed, he chuckled at Genny's adorable embarassment and Eli's instant falling head over heels. Yes, life was great; he was married to the most wonderful man and his two best friends were madly in love with each other.

QuinnDeFortes

Date: 2010-11-12 00:49 EST
Inside this note was another simple message. Quinn had scribbled out simply:

?The scene of the crime.?

Apparently things were going to start getting a little bit more complicated. Nothing to Quinn was every simple and easy. He had taken off running to the place in the woods where they had brought the bigot of a redneck. Another small shiver as he remembered the heat of the kill, the stale blood in the air. Most wouldn?t have picked up the faint smell but Quinn was swimming in it as he tacked the next of the notes to the tree where he had leaned to watch.

This note was an index card. Quinn had apparently run out of note cards in his haste and moved on to whatever he had on hand. The ink was in gold this time on the note card and may have begged the question?when did he have time to do all of this? Quinn had been working on this for quite some time now apparently. When Dirk was out hunting or swimming or sun bathing. Stashing the note cards in a kmart shoe box in the closet. What self respecting gay man would ever touch a kmart pair of shoes hmm?

Dirk Stevens

Date: 2010-11-12 23:02 EST
As Dirk read the note, a small smile curled his lips. "Going down memory lane?" He pocketed the note and turned to hoof it towards the fairgrounds and the woods behind it.

It didn't take Dirk long, the memory of Quinn and himself being sprayed with blood, the sharing of the steaming heart muscle and the love making that followed had him moving at a quick pace.

Soon he was in the thick of the woods, the stench of the old blood still ripe in the air. "Quiiiin, oh Quiiin, where are you baby?" He breathed heavily, his breath haloing his head as he turned in a tight circle to gaze deep into the woods.

His golden eyes land upon the index card and Dirk quickly moved to it. The note was ripped from the tree and he read the gold writing.

QuinnDeFortes

Date: 2011-04-20 18:29 EST
The note card was again, an index card with flawless script written in gold. This time the message was a little bit longer as the clue was a little bit more sentimental. Quinn was going to send him on a journey for this one.

?Remember where we dressed like Rednecks and hauled ass across the states trying to stop a wedding? The very first place we were one person. Where I stood when you walked the velvet mile to me. My fondest of memories.?

And in that backwoods chapel, tacked to the tacky white arbor arch was another note card. Quinn was having a little too much fun with this , and when he deposited this note card he sat down and relived the entire wedding in his mind. There was nothing that he remembered better than that day, every single detail seemed to center around Dirk. The white tux, the way his hair had been brushed all the way back but still managed to drift into his face when he looked down. A happy sigh from Quinn before he left the chapel and took off on foot. Dirk wouldn?t be too far behind him and he knew it.

Dirk Stevens

Date: 2011-04-30 18:44 EST
Dirk took the card in his hand and bent his neck to read it. Blond hair fell into his eyes and his mouth moved into a trembled smile. Quinn had quite the knack for all things romantic. And if there was a bit of mist in Dirk's eyes when he finally finished reading it, Dirk knew just who to blame. He snorted a soft laugh and shook his head.

He didn't linger long, the excitement of the chase overpowering the reminiscent pull of a time not so long ago. And as Dirk climbed into the Trailblazer, he made a quick run to the interstates and headed south. As he drove, he thought about their wedding and how incredible Quinn looked in his white tuxedo. How debonair and handsome his husband was, even with that mop of unruly curls.

Suddenly Dirk wished this hunt were over. He wanted to hold Quinn and renew their vows, if only privately. There was a pang of loneliness that struck him and he had to pull over for a bit to let the emotions wash over him. They'd only been apart a short time, yet Dirk was missing Quinn to the point of physical pain.

Pulling back onto the interstate, Dirk was more determined than ever to get to the next clue. He broke every speed law in the land, and arrived not an hour later. The chapel was closed, but the minister recognized him and was aware of the little scavenger hunt that he and Quinn were playing. With a friendly pat to the back after a few moments of catching up, Dirk was allowed inside.

He ran into the chapel and up the aisle. It didn't occur to him that the first time he'd walked up that aisle, it was at half speed. This time, at double time. The card was plucked from the arch and he opened it to read.

QuinnDeFortes

Date: 2011-06-15 16:36 EST
?Back at the Hollar.?

Well this one wasn?t much of a clue at all. It was extremely simple in nature. There was no catchy clue, or subtle hint. Apparently Quinn wanted this to be over as well. By the time Dirk was reading the note, Quinn was already back at the house. He had something set up in his mind and there was no stopping him when he set his mind to it.

As he plucked the petals off of several dozen roses he almost felt bad, almost. Once he?d cleaned up the stems he went to scattering the liberated petals, covering the kitchen counter, the dining room table, the bed of their truck, the lounge chair by the lake?He was using the deep red petals to take Dirk on a sensory tour of all their most intimate places in their home. There was a chain of roses, tangled through one another that lead from the front door, all the way through the house, passing by each petal covered surface, before coming to a stop at the foot of the bathtub in the master bathroom.

Once Quinn could feel that Dirk was getting closer he stripped out of his shirt and sat on the edge of the tub, filling it with warm water and rose oil before he scattered the last of the petals there over the surface of the warm water. Sitting on the edge of the tub, his back pressed against the wall, one leg propped on the tub he waited. The Were was a patient man, but there was only so much he could do to keep the urge to fidget at bay.

Dirk Stevens

Date: 2011-08-17 19:56 EST
The note was plain and to the point. "To the hollar" meant "Home." Dirk loved the games that he and Quinn played, but this one had dragged out a little too long and he was missing Quinn's presence. The note, just like all of the others, was folded neatly and placed into his pocket.

It didn't take long for Dirk to arrive at the Lake House. The site of all of those velvety rose petals lying about brought a smile to his face and his pace sped up in anticipation. He collected a few of the ruby red petals from along the scented path. They would be saved for a scrap book later.

Once inside of the house, Dirk paused at the door and inhaled deeply. Intermingled with the roses was Quinn's unique scent. He was here. Quinn was inside and waiting! Dirk rushed forward, his feet trampling the rose petals, leaving tiny red stains on the floor. He cared less. Quinn was right around the corner!

Stopping at the bathroom door, Dirk took a deep breath to compose himself. Flashbacks of the day Quinn turned and images of him with socks wrapped around his head had Dirk smiling. They'd come a long way in the short amount of time they'd been together.

And then he pushed the door open. His eyes widened as he gazed down at the most beautiful person he'd ever met. A single tear fell from his hazeled eyes as he stepped forward, towards his lover, his best friend, his husband and his life mate. A hand was held out, and it quivered slightly from all of the emotion that wanted to burst right through Dirk's chest.

"I'm here," he whispered as he went down on one knee before Quinn's reclining frame. "I'm here."