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☼ ([personal profile] californias) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-03-20 10:09 am
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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!
griefbeard: (Default)

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-20 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ preferences for what kind of biting? or should we go straight for The Bite ]
deceitful: <user name="easycompany"> (Default)

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-20 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh god well throat + hip in any type look good, but i am also so down for The Bite, so go for whatever pings you most! ]
griefbeard: ([beard] tired)

ugh, i can't miss an opportunity to hurt Chris. i'm terrible.

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-20 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
That the next attack came after they talked to Gerard confirmed, for Chris at least, that his father was at the center of everything and had been all along.

It was a simple trip out for groceries. He was loading the trunk when they came up behind him and knocked him out before Chris could get a hand on a weapon. When he woke up he was in the burned out shell of the Hale house basement. It had really fallen apart since the last time Chris had been here. He recognized the hunter standing over him as an old ally. They had been on hunts together. He had trusted him to watch his back because he was absolutely loyal to the Argent name.

To Gerard Argent.

"I bet he kills you really slow," Chris said with a grin. "He's going to make you scream."

"I'm going to give his head to your father as a trophy. Then we're going after the McCall kid."

Chris jerked forward and got shot twice in the chest for it. He slumped back, sucking in air and blood with each breath. Alone like this there was much he could do, Chris knew that. His father had got what he wanted: the weakest Argent was dead.

Well, dying right now with a former ally standing over him looking triumphant.
deceitful: hollow-art (the next time)

NO I LOVE IT, poor chris though

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Call it justified paranoia, but when Chris was late in returning from his grocery run, Peter didn't waste any time in calling him for an ETA. When his calls went unreturned, he checked the GPS signal of his SUV and drove to its coordinates. He found it abandoned in the parking lot, trunk open and groceries spilled everywhere. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together.

There was no time to waste. The random nature of the attacks peppered throughout the past few months left Peter on edge and constantly looking over his shoulder, particularly while Chris was injured. Breaks in vigilance were rare. It's psychological warfare— run a man ragged with paranoia, and something had to give eventually. Peter certainly wasn't infallible. So when Chris finally recovered, he'd relented and stopped his constant hovering over his shoulder. Dropped his guard slightly.

And now he was paying for it. He had his suspicions as to who was behind this— he'd seen how Gerard looked at Chris during their visit, heard the vitriol in his words. Leaving him alive was a mistake— one that he would fix after he found Chris.

He didn't waste any time. The hunt was on.

And he's quick to find Chris, but a step too late, the last echoes of the gunshots eclipsed by his roar. The element of surprise was on his side; he batted the hunter into the wall with a sickening crunch, making straight for Chris instead. Blood was thick in the air, agitation threatening to claw its way out of his chest.

"Chris," he said, leaning over him, voice wavering, "Chris—"

The wound was obvious, red spilling over his shirt and staining his hands red when he pressed his palms over it, white-faced, eyes still inhumanly red. He knew what he had to do: life or death was now, with backup god knows how much longer away. "You know what I have to do."
griefbeard: ([beard] injured)

he does get the short end of the stick

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
The roar made something swell inside Chris. Peter's paranoia came through again even though he had told him it would be fine. It was just groceries. With no activity for weeks he thought it would be fine. Apparently, Peter didn't think the same thing. If he had just been there a little bit sooner...

There wasn't much life left in him to save. Chris struggled to get his eyes open, to see Peter looming over him. The red eyes of an alpha staring him down but the pale, terrified face of his lover right there. He couldn't even reach out and comfort him because his hands were still tied behind his back.

"I always thought you liked biting me a little too much," he muttered. A little bit of blood dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. It tasted hot, coppery, even though Chris himself felt almost painfully cold. Dying like this was what the expected out of his life.

Chris had the energy to tilt his head back to expose his neck. Peter had a chance to save him with the bite. It would either kill him or take. He wasn't sure which one would be best at this point.
deceitful: (remember that time)

all the time! sometimes i'm surprised he's still alive in canon

[personal profile] deceitful 2017-03-21 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
No laughter forthcoming, the situation too dire for him to muster up the necessary sound. The truth was that he'd wanted this. Wanted to bite Chris for some time now, for the myriad of reasons he'd given him in their arguments over it. But now that he had the chance, he wished it hadn't come to this. There was no telling what would happen, with the life already sapping out of Chris.

The bite was a risk even on someone younger, healthier. Without any further options, his hand was forced. He wouldn't let Chris die here. Not yet.

Sliding a hand between Chris's shoulders, he cradled him carefully. Bent his head for a kiss that left his lips bloodied. He could hear the rush of his heart beneath the vulnerable arch of his neck, knew exactly where to bite.

"I still need you," he said, in an echo of what he's told him time and again, "So don't even think of dying on me yet."

Fangs dropping, he bit down hard and deep, the flood of Chris's blood in his mouth hot and almost sweet.
griefbeard: ([beard] tired)

but he made it and got a happy ending. good for him.

[personal profile] griefbeard 2017-03-21 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
The bite sent a bolt of pain through him. Chris jerked, his legs twitching in an instinctive need to fight back. Instead, he closed his eyes and let whatever life had in store for him happen. A part of him wished that Peter would have said something else, that he loved him instead of just needing him.

At first he thought it wasn't going to happen. He was so damn cold and the pain wasn't going away. He could feel his blood spilling into Peter's mouth and everything was spinning. He closed his eyes, waiting for death to just take him away. Then his body suddenly felt like it was on fire.

This time when he jerked against Peter it was against the burning sensation going through his body. Was this the bite? Was it killing him or taking? Chris didn't know. He had never thought to ask what it felt like. He gritted his teeth against it and tried to ride out the pain and heat.
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.
Edited 2017-03-21 05:06 (UTC)
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?"

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