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☼ ([personal profile] californias) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-03-20 10:09 am
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The Bite Meme


THE BITE MEME



✚ Leave a comment with your character's name, fandom and any preference.
✚ Go to ye olde RNG and roll to your heart's content. You could even skip the rolling. We won't tell.
✚ Remember, six for the location and six for the type.
✚ Tag whoever you want. Let no one go unbitten.
✚ Show us your teeth.



the LIP bite. Sometimes kissing isn't enough, or sometimes you're too nervous to even talk. Bite a lip. It doesn't even have to be yours.

the THROAT bite. You don't want to suck their blood, but you want them to know how thin this flesh is here.

the ARM bite. It's silly, but want to let them know how they're of you. Bites on the arm are usually childish and done in anger or playfulness.

the LEG bite. Know what long legs need? A nice set of teeth sunk into them. Just look at those thighs. Or you could always bring new meaning to the term "ankle biter".

the COLLAR bite. This one's for all you people who don't like turtlenecks. Bites leave marks, and well, some people don't want to show theirs off like trophies.

the HIP bite. Know what's hot? Teeth on your hip. Marks there are definitely enough to make anyone weak in the knees. If that's not what you're into, just remember there are more reasons than just sex to bite someone, especially here.



the GENTLE bite. No one said biting had to be hard. This one's meant more for lovers. Little nibbles on the earlobe or pulse are always nice.

the BRUISING bite. Don't break the skin on this one. You want to leave a nice impression of your pearly whites on the other person, enough so afterwards you can enjoy that darkened mark.

the BLOODY bite. Biting has ill repercussions. Whether it's on purpose or an accident, there's blood, and possibly lots of it.

the HARD bite. This one doesn't bruise, but it does leave a nice impression of your teeth. All that orthodontic work really paid off.

the TEASING bite. No, no, no. Don't just sink your teeth in all at once! Ease your partner into it. Bite softly again and again before letting yourself clamp. You want to let them know you might not do it.

the PINCHING bite. All front teeth. Don't let anything further than your canines feel your partner's flesh. This one's just to let them know they irritated you, or it could just be that your mouth slipped. Sorry!
 
deceitful: hollow-art (holy shit i broke all my icons)

6B HASN'T HAPPENED YET THOUGH, there's still time for someone to die

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Putting into words whatever he felt for Chris in this situation seemed not only foreboding, but too much like a goodbye. Dangerous, to reveal that last bit of vulnerability when he was on the cusp of losing what he had. He wasn't ready. Even if he had said it, if Chris died, it would've died along with him. Would he regret not saying it?

Well, he had plenty of regrets already.

Under most circumstances, the bite was gradual. Today, spurred by adrenaline and the body clinging to whatever it could to live, the change would be quicker. Like an uncontrollable forest fire burning through the old foliage and undergrowth for something new to take place. There's no scientific explanation of how the bite worked, only that it did or it didn't.

"Let it happen, Chris. You can do it. You won't die here, not like this. You're strong enough to pull through." Releasing Chris, he cupped the back of his head, keeping him from thrashing about wildly, white-knuckled from trying not to clutch him too tightly and failing terribly. Fear ate at him, his eyes fixed on Chris. When he put his mouth to his ear, his voice was tight, cracked. "I can't do this without you. I can't replace you."
griefbeard: ([self] mouth)

i like to live in denial about my favs. they all live happily ever after. the end.

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Peter's voice seemed to come from very far away. It was there. Chris could hear him but it didn't sound like he was right there against his ear. If his hands had been free he would have clutched at him, held on to him like an anchor to keep himself from getting lost in all of it.

Healing was not a pretty process. Old injuries, aching joints, the bite fixed everything though it prioritized the gunshot wounds in his chest. It hurt. A lot. Along with the massive increase in body temperature his entire physiology was changing. Nothing about this was pleasant. Why anyone would ask for this Chris couldn't understand. He gritted his teeth and focused on breathing. He kept breathing, a process that got easier and easier as time went on.

Time stopped meaning anything for Chris. He focused on one breath after another. That was how he measured his time until he could finally open his eyes and look at Peter. The bite had taken. Chris' eyes were now a bright, rich amber color. He was a werewolf now.
deceitful: hollow-art (your girlfriends)

you have no idea how tempted i was to kill peter during the alpha plot

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Eventually, some part of him remembered there was more he needed to do than kneel in the dilapidated basement of the old Hale house, especially when it was liable to crumble around them at any moment. The hunter had to be dealt with. Chris needed to be secured. Malia arrived on scene sometime, Peter taking stock of her long enough to ask her to keep an eye on the hunter. He'd deal with him later.

At the first sign of the bite taking, he reached around and sliced the bonds restraining Chris, scooping him up with great care into his arms and moving him to the car. It took effort, the instability of Chris's changing body, bones and muscle breaking and reforming making it difficult, but he had strength plenty. And better somewhere else than the house, where reinforcements could come in at any time while Chris was at his most vulnerable. It wouldn't do.

He didn't stop until they were back and safe in the apartment, depositing Chris on the bed without a care for the sheets. The shift took time. But it was taking, and Chris would live. That very thought loosened the knot in his chest, Peter left to do not much more than watch over Chris as he turned, the murmur of his voice accompanied by the careful caress of his hands over Chris.

A sigh left him in a gust when Chris opened his eyes, his own flashing in return. Abandoning further decorum, he pressed forward, burying his face against the crook of his neck and breathing in deeply.
griefbeard: ([beard] concern)

ha ha, we are so mean to these two

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
It took a second for Chris to realize he was in his own bed. Then it took another second for the new, heightened senses to kick in and they kicked in hard. Luckily, the new collection of instincts and personality that was his werewolf side recognized the scents of him and Peter and knew that meant safety.

"Hi," he said softly, too weak to do anything more than turn his body towards Peter. His feelings for the werewolf were already deep and intense but Chris felt another pull now to the alpha. He truly understood the pack bond between werewolves for the first time and it was a real, living thing.

God, he had killed werewolves and ended that.

"Where's the hunter?" he asked, "How did we get here?"

The last thing he remembered was the Hale house and Peter's voice. Right now, he could even hear his heart beating and the air smelled strangely sour. Fear? Had Peter been afraid for him?
deceitful: <user name="deceitful"> (than being forgotten)

it's been great and i've loved it

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Beyond afraid. Terrified was apt, in hindsight. He hadn't realised just how attached he'd grown to Chris until the instance he looked into his eyes as they dulled, the blood loss and trauma taking its toll on him. And then he'd reached out, grasping, clutching, biting, determined to keep Chris with him, no matter what it took. What he would've done if he'd lost him— if he'd lost yet someone else-

Chris was to blame for the resurgence of human emotion within him. After the fire, after his death and return, it'd been so easy to stop caring. He was cold, ashes with the embers burned out, nothing remaining. A half life. Nowadays, his blood sang in his veins, every breath that he took and every beat of his heart reminding him he was still here, and that he'd managed to rebuild something for himself despite all odds.

"Malia has him, I drove us," he said, pulling back to examine Chris again. Relief was like a cool breeze on a dry, hot day, and Chris had to smell it all over Peter, the scent replacing the sour stink of fear.

He brushed his fingers over Chris's cheek. "Your eyes are beautiful."
griefbeard: ([beard] eyebrow)

it has been just the most excellent

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
The world with scents was just a little distracting. Peter smelled so good. It wasn't just the sudden clearing of the fear but in general. He could pick up on his own scent and that was all over Peter, mixed together and it was... well Chris understood why Peter scented him all the damn time.

"Flatter me later," he said with a grunt as he pushed up, calling on any strength his body could find. "He's dangerous. Malia isn't prepared for someone like him. We need to get back there."

He understood Peter needing to get him somewhere safe but there was no way Malia was enough to watch over the hunter who had tried to kill him. She was strong but she was still just a kid and not familiar with hunters in the same way the rest of the pack was.

Chris wasn't going to let anyone else get hurt by that bastard.
deceitful: (has left my abilities somewhat)

it really has! i can't thank you enough for indulging me

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Stop," he said sharply, planting his palm square on Chris's chest and pushing both to keep him down and as a measure of his strength. If he could put up some measure of resistance, then he'd let him up and take him along to finish off the hunter. Peter suspected he wouldn't be, not so soon after turning and healing the injuries he sustained. "What you need now is to rest. You've had a hard time today."

Not to mention he'd thrown the hunter hard enough to have cracked a few bones. "I knocked him out, and Malia can take care of herself for a little bit longer. You, on the other hand, are in no state to go gallivanting around. Do you think you'll be able to control yourself once you see the hunter? Because I'm planning on rending him limb from limb, and it'll be nothing but blood in the water for you."

Rage and bloodlust combined into one made for a dangerous test of control, especially since Chris had been a werewolf for all of a few hours.
griefbeard: ([hunter] stern)

this is entirely selfish, lol i'm loving it

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
The wolf in Chris cowed immediately to Peter's sharp tone and single order. Chris, however, wasn't as easily stopped except he didn't have the strength to push back against Peter. He tried but it wasn't there even though his mind and body wanted it to be. He growled and it was an entirely inhuman sound which reminded him that a lot had changed.

Even though he didn't like it he had to settle back. "I've been practicing self-control and discipline since I was a little kid, Peter. I'm not some teenager about to go feral."

Nothing had really tested that control. The werewolf side of him was absolutely happy because hey, Peter was there and they were in their apartment and nothing bad could ever happen to them here. It wasn't happy that he contradicted Peter but tough. He wasn't going to give in so easily just because he was a beta werewolf now.

"Is anywhere else there with her? Or on their way?" he asked, frowning. If no one else was headed there then Peter needed to go. Chris didn't want Malia to be alone when the hunter woke up. There was no telling what tricks he had up his sleeves.
deceitful: (11102545)

i didn't think you were going to have chris turn, so i was surprised when you suggested it!

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Just when he thought their dynamics had settled, it was shifting again. The growl gave him a pause, the set of his shoulders and the frown he wore broadcasting his reluctant obedience loud and clear. What would change between them? What would stay the same? Possibly not as much as he thought, considering the push and pull they were already engaging in.

Chris had a point, but he's also never been a werewolf. "That was when you were human. In case you haven't noticed, I bit you, you turned into a werewolf."

But maybe the best learned and taught lesson would be experience. With that in mind, he slowly said, "She's alone. I didn't have time to call Scott, but she might have." Finally, he relented, moving his hand. "Fine. We'll go. But depending on what happens, I will make you sit and wait in the car with Malia."

Because what he's planning to do was nothing short of torture, the cold rage slowly resurfacing from where it had previously been crushed under the weight of his worry.
griefbeard: ([beard] lecture)

with the name of the meme how could i resist?

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I know. I know. It's not subtle." Even though his body was exhausted from the change Chris knew all his old aches and pains were gone. He felt younger, that's what it was like. His senses were on overdrive and he had this second part of him, primal animal instincts, that were louder than before. He absolutely refused to give them any inch of control. The human part of him was familiar and he still wasn't exactly ready to let go of it.

It surprised him how easily Peter seemed to relent. He fully expected Peter would make him wait here while he took care of things. Chris slowly sat up again, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. This time he reached out for Peter to keep himself steady.

"Call Scott and tell him what happened. I need to wash this blood off and change into new clothes." Chris' shirt was ruined and stained with dried blood. He could feel it sticking to his skin and flaking off the more he moved. Worse, he could smell it. His nose didn't seem to like the scent of his own blood. "And call Malia. If he's still unconscious have her search him and strip him of weapons. Make sure they're not in his line of sight. He'll think he can get them if he can see them."
deceitful: hollow-art (he should've stayed in france)

TRUE, i'm excited for this! things are gonna be even more interesting from now on

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Werewolves lived longer than humans, which was another selfish reason why he'd wanted Chris to take the bite before. Now that it was done, there would be no turning back. Personally, he thought Chris would adapt well to it, given some more time.

This would be the first test. It was extreme, and perhaps a wiser move would've been to start off by testing his control with something smaller and in less charged of a situation, but nothing hammered home change like— well, like a traumatic experience, or anything that left an impression. Besides, he was prepared for the fallout, and Chris was considerably more acquiescent to him than Scott ever was.

"Remind me who the Alpha is here again," he said, mouth twitching as he readily steadied Chris, seeking out his pulse with his thumb. Once satisfied, he released him and nodded. The suggestions were sensible, leaving him with no reason to protest. "I'll do that. Get yourself clean."

Peter was used to the daily assault of scents in a way Chris wasn't yet. Getting rid of the cloying scent of blood would be a relief for him. He paused, and drew closer to Chris, expression softening. "I'm glad I didn't lose you today."
griefbeard: ([others] peter)

place your bets now for how long it'll take Chris to accept he's a beta and not an alpha

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
If Peter was expecting a sudden streak of obedience to suddenly appear in Chris because he was now an actual werewolf in Peter's pack he would be vastly disappointed. He was still a stubborn bastard with his own sense of purpose and direction.

He couldn't help but soften just a little bit towards Peter in return. Maybe it was something about the sweet scent in the air around him but it was hard to tell. Chris was relying on the instincts in the background to tell him what scents meant but he couldn't be confident.

"I'm not done with you," he said in return then leaned forward and kissed Peter gently.

When he drew back Chris pushed up onto his feet and drew on years of training as a hunter to get himself moving towards the bathroom on legs that weren't really strong enough for that.
deceitful: <user name="easycompany"> (it's not my fault)

god i expect they'll clash on it repeatedly, especially if something happens again

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Beta he may be, Peter would never expect Chris to be blindly obedient. That particular trait was useful in its own way, but he much preferred people who could think for themselves. No, his only point was that Chris actually listened and considered what he had to say, unlike Scott back in the day. Not that he could really blame him then, or much now.

Keeping an eye on Chris's unsteady walk to the washroom, he didn't start to move until he was satisfied Chris was in no danger of toppling over on his way in. As much as he'd like to join him in the shower, he had business to wrap up. His first call was to Malia, checking in on her status and relaying the advice Chris gave. The second was to Scott, informing him briskly of recent developments with a warning to watch his back, and a reassurance that everything was under control. They tended to communicate better when not face to face.

All the while, he split his attention to Chris in the shower, making sure he wouldn't slip in the shower without him hearing it. He ended up rinsing off the most of the blood on his face and hands in the hall bath, knowing that if he got in with Chris, he wouldn't want to leave for some time.

The bloodied clothes he kept on. No sense in ruining two outfits in one day. By the time Chris wrapped up in the shower, Peter was in the kitchen, devouring a sandwich piled mostly with meat. There was another waiting for Chris.
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griefbeard: ([beard] listening)

yeah it's gonna be great

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
It was a struggle to stay up in the shower. His legs were so tired. His whole body was but he pushed through it. Chris could fight through pain. He could fight through this.

When he got out of the shower he stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself. There were no scars from the gunshot wounds to his chest. All his other scars remained but he stared at his reflection a little longer before he closed his eyes and then opened them to see what color they were. Chris was more relieved than he would admit that they weren't bright blue. Thank God. He hadn't killed an innocent person.

Chris dressed in clean clothes and followed the sound of Peter's heartbeat to the kitchen. When he smelled food his stomach growled loudly and he went straight for the sandwich. "Thank you."

He hadn't realized how much his body needed this until he took the first bite.
deceitful: hollow-art (beacon hills?)

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course," he said, reaching out to thumb at the nape of Chris's neck. Never particularly subtle about scent marking to begin with, he didn't bother to conceal what he was doing now. Chris smelled fresh from the shower, and not enough like him anymore, although these days there was always a hint of Peter about him from continued, close proximity.

His own family used to be tactile in this same, effortless manner, the mannerism returning slowly throughout his relationship with Chris. After the fire, too much was raw and abraded between him and Derek to ever fall back into that pattern. Speaking of which, he really needed to get in touch with him now more than ever.

One thing at a time. Finished with his own sandwich, he took his plate to the sink and rinsed it off, turning back to Chris after, eyes flicking over him.

The bond between them was there, but it's a new, tentative thing. He didn't rely on it wholly. "How are you feeling?"
griefbeard: ([self] looking)

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-22 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
When Peter's scent joined his own on a stronger level Chris relaxed slightly. It was like part of him was waiting for it, recognized that without Peter's scent there his own scent wasn't right. It was a little weird in his brain, that the wolf took his relationship with Peter so seriously.

"Like I'm been up three days straight with no rest." Chris spoke between bites of sandwich. Had he always enjoyed good meat this much? Or was it the wolf? Untangling this mess of instincts was going to be a long term learning processes. It was like his whole mind had been shifted slightly to the left and he needed to relearn everything. "The change in my senses is... the most distracting part."

He wanted to bury his face against Peter's neck and breathe him in. The smell of the meat in the sandwich seemed intensely strong and appealing. His was trying to pick one thing to focus on and keep from getting distracted by everything else.

"I can hear your heart beating," he said with a little laugh. "It's really distracting."
deceitful: <user name="easycompany"> (maybe run a background check)

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-22 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
The differences between bitten and born wolves were nuanced, but very much present. A born wolf simply grew into their control in a way bitten ones struggled with. They lived with their heightened senses for their entire life and couldn't imagine being without them. For Peter, the myriad of information he had to work with was as natural as breathing.

"You'll get used to it," he said. "Learn to control it, with some practice. It might even be easier for you, because you still remember what it's like to not have that extra boost to your senses."

What it was like to be human, in short. Falling silent, he considered his words at length before speaking again. "I know you would've preferred to stay human."

But he left it at that, struck by an uncharacteristic fit of inability to wield his words as he wanted.
griefbeard: ([others] peter)

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-22 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I would have," he said quietly because there was no point in denying the truth. Being human was very important to Chris. Too often he saw death and destruction because someone lost sight of their humanity. It wasn't just monsters but humans too. Keeping that part of himself whole and real was something Chris focused on. "But I haven't lost it. It's still there. There's just also a wolf there too."

There was something in Peter's scent that Chris didn't understand but he could read his silence well enough. He didn't need heightened senses to tell him that Peter felt a little conflicted. He reached out for Peter and drew him into his arms, holding him tightly for a moment.

"I'd rather be a werewolf and alive than a human and dead." He didn't necessarily fear death but he wanted to live. He had a lot to live for now. Being with Peter had given him a better sense of purpose and ended the loneliness that was closing in on him. Now there was a physical sensation of the bond between them as pack and everything was more intense. "You can be a little smug, okay?"
deceitful: (remember that time)

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-22 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Had he gotten to Chris sooner, had he not let him out of his sight, they could've avoided this debacle all together. How Chris had almost slipped from his fingers was the worst part of it, reminding Peter of a vulnerability that existed within himself. The fear of loss. The price to pay for having. A disquiet in knowing everything could disappear with one careless mistake. Even though they'd avoided a worst case scenario, he remained restless.

But perhaps the cause of that was the two threats left to take care of. The hunter, and then Gerard. Once he dealt with them, he would breathe easily again.

There was an almost guilty relief within him too, with having Chris turned without further argument over it. Every so often he'd thought about it— biting him without permission. Chris would never have seen it coming, but he would have viewed it as a betrayal. Now, the problem had resolved itself neatly.

So he turned into Chris with a huff of laughter, stroking his fingers through his hair. "You're still with me and still mine, so I suppose a little smugness isn't out of turn."
griefbeard: ([family] kisses)

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-22 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Chris took the time to scent Peter as well, rubbing his fingers against the back of his neck over and over to leave his scent there. Everyone knew that Peter was his but scent was stronger, more real to him now in a way it wasn't before. He had always found Peter's need to scent him but now he understood.

"That's one of the few things that hasn't changed about me." He took a second to rest his forehead against his, a reassuring gesture, and pulled back. "You're still stuck with me."

He let go of Peter and quickly finished his sandwich. A little food seemed to help the tired feeling. He rolled his shoulders and went to get a gun even though he technically didn't need it. "Let's get this done with."

Chris wanted this finished. He wanted this business with his father done.
deceitful: hollow-art (can't sleep cause my bed's on fire)

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-22 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
The gun wasn't a bad idea. Better for Chris to stick with what he knew rather than try to dive headfirst into dealing with everything that came with being a werewolf, claws and fangs and all. Testing that out could come later.

"I hope you understand that I won't be stopping with this hunter alone," he said once Chris joined him in the hallway. "Someone sent him, and we both know who."

Gerard should never have been left alive, and Peter had every intention of making sure he wouldn't be for much longer, with or without Chris's agreement. He wouldn't make him stick around and watch, but it would happen. No more tolerating threats out of leniency for remaining sentimentality or weakness.

Before long, they were back in the car, with Peter behind the wheel.
griefbeard: ([beard] advice)

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-22 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Chris understood it was his father at the heart of this. Gerard had gone the way of Kate, even though he was still human he was a monster. There was no saving him. There was no locking him up away from others either. Gerard had found a way and he turned on his own family. On Chris.

"You know I can't agree to that," he said after a long minute of silence riding in the car together. Even though his father had tried to kill him he couldn't agree to killing him. Chris laid his head back against the headrest of his seat and took a long, deep breath. "He's still my father."

And Chris was weak when it came to family. He couldn't kill Kate. He couldn't kill Gerard.

"I know I can't stop you either."
deceitful: hollow-art (but you're not saying anything)

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-22 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"You can't stop me," he agreed, glancing over at Chris, eyes catching briefly on the vulnerable curve of his throat. He reached over and squeezed his thigh, left it there to rest afterwards. "I'm only telling you as a courtesy. I'll do for you what you can't bring yourself to do."

Gerard Argent had been a monster long before Peter ever was one. Funny how humans were the worst of the lot in the end, the capacity for what could only be termed evil inevitably present in them. The world wasn't in black and white, he was perfectly aware, but regardless of whether or not Gerard had some sort of tragic backstory, it wouldn't change his fate. His mind was made up.

"But it's also for myself. I dislike letting threats go unchecked, you know that."
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griefbeard: ([beard] concern)

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-22 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
This was probably the first time he really felt conflicted. If Gerard had been a werewolf, Chris wouldn't hesitate to put him down for all the pain and death he had caused. He would pull the trigger and not feel an ounce of regret for it. This was his father, though, and there was a part of him that wanted to stop Peter.

He rubbed a hand over his face and let out a long sigh. "Just be careful. If he's able to do what he's done to us while locked up he might catch word that you're coming for him. He's old but he's still a legendary hunter for a reason."

He put his hand over Peter's and tangled their fingers together. Chris would always worry about Peter, though his whole argument for turning Chris before this had been to make him safe. Gerard knew how to kill a werewolf, even an alpha.

"And, maybe, make it quick for me?" Gerard didn't really reserve the mercy but Chris had to ask.
deceitful: hollow-art (your girlfriends)

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-22 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Pulling their joined hands towards him, he kissed Chris's knuckles without taking his eyes off of the road. "I'll be circumspect."

This was a conspiracy with Gerard at the heart of it, and it was time to clean house, and there was no other way to do that than by getting his hands dirty. He doubted Gerard would be the only person he killed by the end of the ordeal, but he'd be as discreet as possible. Careful. The wrong kind of attention wasn't what he wanted, and nothing called for vultures like death. All he wanted— all every instinct screamed at him to do was to protect himself and his own, whatever the cost.

Soon enough, the preserve came into view. A short trek in would bring them to the Hale house. Speaking of which, maybe it was time to have it torn down. All it was nowadays was a reminder of lost times, memories tainted by hunters using it as a base.

Before he got out of the car, he gave Chris's hand a final squeeze. "Follow my lead."

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