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every memory that I hold
were all just scars in the making
Word Count → 287 :: Set after attack on Frodo, for anyone stalking. :O BRING OUT THE BOOZE.
Vesper hated horses, and she hated twitchy cowards, and she hated having to maintain balance in her optime form on the back of the spotted beast. She was worried about digging her claws into the creature’s rear end, but as the alternate option was wrapping her arms around Helotes for balance, she would take her chances and try to be as careful as possible. Luckily, she had trained for balance all her life, breathed balance, and she managed to survive the journey back to the mansion despite a sore body and an agitated mind.
The woman practically vaulted herself from the mare to land on firm ground, proud that she’d managed to land somewhat gracefully as she dropped into a crouch and shook her head. Luckily, her wounds from the encounter with the wolf were not very serious; he’d been a poor fighter at best. She lapped at the small cuts and scrapes on her forearms, looking quite feral—though the rest of her tattered appearance often took care of that for her.
“Damn fool wolf.” She turned to her comrade, narrowing her eyes and continuing to gripe without further pause. “And I thought you were going to fucking kill me with that horse when you showed up.”
Though, secretly, Vesper was somewhat pleased that he had. It wasn’t out of fondness for him or because she had needed help in battle, but the reassurance that he wouldn’t let her get herself killed soothed her somewhat after their rather tense affairs when she first joined.
Then again, Helotes might have just wanted a scrap. She didn’t know and didn’t care at the moment, though she opted to smirk at him rather than make any other dry remarks.
Vesper Optime by Nat; table code from the Mentors!
The trip back from the borders had been uneventful, and Yegua barely protested at the added weight of Vesper seated behind him. They had just driven off a trespasser to Inferni, some fool wolf with a death wish. Vesper had been slightly injured but nothing too major, but Helotes had been able to convince her to shift and ride home with him. In all honestly, he just wanted to see her in her Optime, a form he rarely saw her in; and despite it being somewhat lanky and androgynous he still liked the look of the female’s body.
They arrived quickly at the mansion and Vesper nearly teleported off his horse to the ground, bitching about the fight and him. He gave her a sly smirk and dismounted, Shut your whining, is that any way to treat your knight in shining armor? He laughed, knowing that this would annoy her to no end. Looking over in the distance he saw the fire pit area, still smoldering but whoever had set the fire there had since abandoned it. It was cold out and Helotes would like the warmth of the fire… and some company.
He became sober again, Vesper, let’s talk. Would you go to the pit and restart the fire while I put away Yegua? He wondered how she would react to his asking her so kindly. Either way, she had to comply, he outranked her. Helotes then lead Yegua to the stables and put her away, making sure to put a blanket on her for the cold night. He then stole silently into the mansion, making sure to avoid anyone and slipped into his room where he retrieved the blue bottle of vodka that he had won from Carrion those many moons ago. He had hardly touched the stuff, for there had been no reason to drink and no one to share it with. Now though, Helotes found he had both of these excuses to drink the fiery liquid.
Quickly he moved back outside into the frosty evening and found Vesper had managed to start the fire back up, most likely aided by the still glowing coals that laid there. He sat himself upon on of the many logs surrounding the fire pit, and held the bottle aloft for her to see, Thought we’d celebrate the chasing off of that son of bitch, eh? He grinned again, knowing full well that she most likely had never partaken of the drink, seeing as how she had reacted so strongly to the tea the oriental wolf had given her several weeks prior.
every memory that I hold
were all just scars in the making
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His “knight in shining armor” remark affected her as expected; Vesper bared her teeth at him bad-temperedly. She knew better than to rant as she might have been inclined to as an overly independent-minded teenager, however, and cut her pale blue eyes away to the smoldering embers in the fire pit. She didn’t really feel the need to prove herself like she once might have, so long as she remained confident of her capabilities in her own mind. Besides, she was sure that her aggression toward the outsider was enough to show that living clan life hadn’t domesticated her—though domestication was hard to attain in Inferni.
Helotes’ next works surprised her, and a small swirl of anxiety formed in her stomach though she made no comment. She wasn’t sure what there was to talk about… But hadn’t she wanted to talk to him, erase the last tension that still remained between the former enemies? She obeyed his request without complaint, quietly stepping over to the fire and stirring at it with the sticks piled close by. She wasn’t used to feeding flames, but the concept was easy enough after watching luperci sit by similar campfires on her travels.
Once the fire had built to a healthy crackle, Helotes returned with a blue bottle and claimed a seat on a log. With a suspicious glance at the bottle, she settled down on the dirt beside that log, feeling unexpectedly cold and stretching her hands out toward the flames.
Vesper craned her neck to frown at him. “Right, celebration… What the hell is that stuff?” It couldn’t be tea, as that had to be brewed from leaves and bark as far as she knew, and it seemed pointless to bottle water when there were streams everywhere. His grin didn’t ease any of her concerns about the substance, though. Bad things happened when Helotes grinned.
Vesper Optime by Nat; table code from the Mentors!
Helotes made it his mission to get this female to smile this evening, even if it meant getting her piss drunk. He grinned again when she asked what the contents of the bottle were; oh this was going to be fun. To show her that it was indeed ingestible and not some poison or other nefarious thing, Helotes removed the twin and cork of the bottle and took a swig. The liquid hit him like a brick wall and he could not help but cough; he had forgotten how strong it was; rot gut Luperci vodka for sure. His throat calmed but continued to burn and he offered the bottle to her, You’re adventurous right? What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Once the bottle was relinquished he watched her reaction with relish; he remembered the first time he had taken the drink, he had been quiet young, he and his brothers had swiped some liquor from their father. That had been a fun night, their drunken voices hand sung out into the night until they had been caught by their mother and severely punished, but ah it was worth it. Helotes clung to happy memories such as these, for as of late the interactions with his family had been cold.
every memory that I hold
were all just scars in the making
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Curse Helotes and his devil’s grin. Vesper stared sullenly into the flames then glanced at him when he opened up the bottle and drank. She was about to feel pleased that he was at least proving this wasn’t poison when he started coughing; then, she wasn’t so sure.
She narrowed her eyes at the male as the bottle was offered to her. “Are you—” she began to snap, but before she could finish with an insult to his intelligence and will to live, his challenge struck her. Her ears stood tall then fell back with reluctant agreement. Despite her insistence that she didn’t need to prove herself to anyone, she wanted to prove herself now, again, after the fight.
“Fine,” the tawny woman spat. “Give me that, then.” She grabbed the bottle, sniffed its contents uneasily, and tilted it back. Not used to sipping from cups or containers, she more or less splashed it into her mouth.
Immediately, she began sputtering then coughing, spitting some of the vodka back up. She reached for her throat with a pale hand, eyes tearing up even as she glared daggers at the male.
“And you luperci like shit like this?” Vesper asked. She felt as though she’d swallowed nasty chemical fire—but there was something odd about the blaze of fire swirling now in her belly. To try to keep herself from thinking about it, she all but threw the bottle back at him and asked instead, hiding her misgivings the best she could, “What did you want to talk about, Helotes?”
Vesper Optime by Nat; table code from the Mentors!
Her reaction was splendid and Helotes guffawed with mirth. She nearly spit the entire gulp out, the spittle hit the fire with a distinct hiss. She then nearly threw the bottle back at him, which he caught with ease, and asked how any Luperci could like such a thing. Helotes smiled anew and took another drink, this time prepared for the heat, which went down a lot smoother then the first time. He wiped his maw with his forearm before answering, It’s not so much the taste, though it does grow on you, then the affect. He took another quick swig before offering it to her again, It is also something that it done communally… among friends. He added the last part of this sentence subtly, his voice softening ever so slightly.
She asked him what he could possibly want to talk about and Helotes was silent for a moment, suddenly becoming transfixed by the crackling and hissing of the fire. The flames reflected perfectly in his umber eyes, dancing across his corneas before he had to blink the heat away. He had been meaning to talk to Vesper for a while now, ever since she had become a true member of Inferni rather than Enkiel’s ward. It was regarding the first time they had met, how Helotes had tried to force himself upon her. Looking back now he realized how foolish he had been, and he was ashamed. Even in the short amount of time he had lived in this great clan, it had changed him. He had responsibility now and his conduct had to reflect it. The conduct of that night was not acceptable, not anymore.
Sighing Helotes decided not to speak of it yet, Vesper might still be too touchy on the subject. No, first he would let the alcohol take effect, before he would delve into such serious topics. Even now he could already feel the elixir working its way into his veins, meddling with his thoughts and setting his skin abuzz. He looked back over to her then, glowing coal eyes meeting ice blue ones, You did a kick ass job back there, you really do have some spunk you know that? He gave her a grin again then, she really was a hard ass, it seemed as if she could take on the world if she wanted to. He really liked that about her, and he wanted her as an ally through and through, not someone that he had to constantly tip-toe around.
every memory that I hold
were all just scars in the making
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Vesper expected his laughter, and she expected the swell of anger that accompanied his taunting -- however, that particular emotion was curiously absent. Her blue eyes fell to the fire as he took another swig of the vodka, her hands reaching out for its warmth once more. She was only glad that her scraggly coat had thickened and grown healthy with the months she had spent hunting in the clan lands. She would only grow more familiar with it, and catching the quail and rabbits and deer that populated different parts of the territory would come as second nature to her, she knew. The anxiety of frozen winters and lean times was gone, though a million other anxieties had replaced it, most of them based on socialization.
As soon as the word "friends" hit her ears, her normally icy gaze darted right back to his amber one. When she had first joined, her response would have been to snort or glare or some other such juvenile show of defiance, but her large brown-rimmed ears only fell back into her cropped mane. Hadn't she wanted something like this? Perhaps she hadn't dreamed of having a friend in Helotes, but he grew on her as a comrade and someone she already respected. She had judged him fiercely the first night they met -- and with good reason -- but pulling back to look at the whole image of the dark warrior made her think more carefully.
"Hopefully the effect doesn't have to do with falling into the fire," Vesper remarked, glancing once more at the pit. "Though friends don't let friends fall into fires." She prodded at the twigs with the long stick then flinched back as a charred piece collapsed, sending small embers out into the air. They floated like fireflies before winking out, and she brushed a cinder from her arm before dropping the stick once more. She reached for the alcohol once more in the silence that fell between them, attempting a balancing act with the mouth of the bottle and her chin. She tipped her head back and opened her mouth carefully, and this time she was able to swallow most of it. The fire crackling before her flowed through her veins.
The male made a sudden remark, and perhaps the alochol was already affecting her reaction time; it took her a moment to realize he was speaking to her. Her ears pricked then fell back again, though this time it was playfully. "You need spunk if you wanna live on your own," the small coywolf shot back. "But thanks. You did a kick ass job riding that fuckin' horse without falling off." A wrinkle of her snout showed that nothing would improve her opinion of the large smelly herbivores, even if they were useful in mowing down enemies. "I would have pissed myself if I'd been that poor guy," she added, her eyes sharp though it was obvious that her words were coming more and more loosely. She poked at the fire again.
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He chuckled at her joke about the fire, and watched amusedly at her second attempt at drinking the alcohol; she did much better this time. Helotes watched as she played with the fire, gauging her movements, her facial expressions; she still seemed to be putting up a protective front, but that would soon come away. She came back with a sharp retort to his compliment, but she softened quickly and gave him a compliment of her own. He smiled genuinely this time, his tail thumping against the back of the log. It was good to hear that the time he had taken to learning horsemanship was showing and that she could see his skill with the equine. He knew not of her dislike of the creatures but the fact that she believed that what he had done was something she could not have brought him pride, Thanks, I’ve been training hard with the mare.
She then mentioned the poor wolf that the two of them had run off and Helotes noticed the slight slur at the end of her words. He grinned, and then laughed for no apparent reason. Apparently the vodka was beginning to have its wonderful effects on him too, for it took him longer than usual to reign in his laughter, Did you see the look on his face? Helotes put up his hands and put on an over dramatic look of pure terror on his features, No! Please don’t kill me coyotes! WHHAAA!!! Helotes belted out another loud laugh before snatching away the bottle from Vesper, as she had yet to give it back to him. He took another swig, Ah… we make a fucking good team you and I… He looked back at her now, his vision swimming slightly, Uh… you’re a pretty cool chick, I’m glad you joined Inferni. He smiled again and then belched slightly, Fuck, ‘scuze me. He wiped his chin of spittle and scooted closer to her, handing the bottle back.
He spaced off then, looking into the fire which burned as hot at his veins now. A piece of wood popped, spewing out an eruption of tiny sparks that flew into the air and then disappeared. Helotes gawked at them like they were tiny fairies, flying in the air around him. Oh yes… he was drunk already. His brothers had always gotten on his case about being a lightweight, but it was something that could not be helped it seemed. As much as he bulked up, he would succumb to alcohol as quickly as Jacinto would. Columbine and Ilusion, now they were the hard drinkers with stomachs and livers of steel. He missed Ilusion so much…
every memory that I hold
were all just scars in the making
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A lightweight in even the most literal terms, Vesper could already feel that something fuzzy was encroaching on her mind and making her movements sloppy. When she raised a hand to scratch at her cropped mane, it took a second for her brain to transmit the message to her nerves. She pulled her hand away and glanced at the pale claws at the tips of her fingers, marveling at them for a moment—though it was sincere contemplation rather than drunken staring. It went without saying that so much had changed for her in the past months, and she wondered how much was to change in the near future. She wondered if she was strong enough to handle that, not knowing what was about to come.
The blast of laughter from her dusky male companion made her jump, and she stared at him before snorting a chuckle at his expression of terror. The melodrama continued with another loud cry, and she had to bury her face in her hands to regain her composure.
“You do that too well,” she mocked him, though her taunt could hardly be taken seriously with her words slurring out.
When the bottle was yanked from her hand, she stared blankly at the empty air then clutched it in a fist. Her blue eyes flicked to Helotes again, and another smirk crept across her lips. Yes, they made a good team, though they hadn’t really worked together until the earlier battle. Perhaps they would have to change that; she was sure they could teach each other some things in combat. She mulled over this, blinked as spittle landed on her face from his belch, and wiped it off with a look of disgust before downing another gulp of vodka.
“Men are disgusting,” Vesper informed him. She paused, beat on her scarred pale chest with a fist, and let out a belch of her own. “I’m glad I joined too. Other packs are full of morons who either wail when they see us or act like they’re fuckin’ superior to everyone else. Or both.” She drew her knees up and draped her arms on top of them, tilting her head against them, looking as if she were about to doze off though she was really just being mellow. “I don’t care if your mother was a coyote or a wolf or a horse, personally. I don’t agree with that, but I agree with the clan’s sentiment of ‘leave us alone.’ Easier that way.” She closed her eyes. “Wolf girls are too goddamn fickle.”
With that rambling mess over with, she opened her eyes again to see that Helotes was staring at the floating embers like a puppy would stare at a butterfly. She burst out laughing.
“You look like a fuckin’ moron,” Vesper mocked, reaching over to punch his shoulder. “You’re gonna walk willingly into the fire before you fall into it. Unless you’re seeing something I should be seeing.” She peered into the crackling flames just in case then yawned, coughing at the smoke she inhaled in the process. “Hmm…is praising my kickassness all you wanted to say, man? ’s’long as you don’t want to set me up with one of your brothers or something.”
Vesper Optime by Nat; table code from the Mentors!
His thoughts were still on his sister, on one particular night after her miscarriage that he and she alone had drunk themselves stupid. Not only was she still dealing with the pain and suffering of losing her litter, but he himself was bruised by some abuse given to him by his father. The two had laughed, had cried, and sung terrible Spanish songs into the night. Helotes could not, would not believe that his sister was dead, her body lying out there in the cold somewhere forgotten. No, she was alive, he was sure of it! Blast Columbine and his bitching and moaning about her, she would be here soon, or hell would freeze over like this God forsaken place.
Helotes eyes swam back to Vesper’s blue ones as she called men disgusting yet let out a belch of her own. Helotes chuckled again, a garbled and drunken sound before his eyes were drawn back to the fireflies. Vesper spoke of her uncaring nature when it came to species and Helotes nodded but said nothing. He full heartedly agreed with her; he could give a rat’s ass if someone was a dog, a coyote, a wolf, a chicken or what have you. That was one thing he didn’t understand about Inferni, the goddamn prejudice that ran rampant here. But he would keep his mouth shut about it, even now in front of Vesper, because he knew that there were some who would not take too kindly to his opinions.
Vesper then caught his staring and made fun of him for it, and asked what truly had to say. Helotes’ gaze fell away from the floaties to the fire itself, his eyes still glazed over. What had he had meant to say to her? Oh, right. Turning to her, his voice came out cracked, I… I w-wanted to ‘pologize to you for the way I acted the first night you came ‘round. I fuckin… I’m fucking sorry. I was a creep and an idiot and I… He hiccuped and put a hand on her shoulder, You’re an awesome chick and had I known I would have kept it in my pants. He tried to give her a serious expression but it was hard to do so when there were fuzzy things seemingly bouncing around her features. What the fuck was in that Luperci vodka anyway?
He then leaned back, for some stupid reason thinking there was something behind him for him to actually lean on, and instead tumbled off the long onto his back. He laid in silence for a moment but then started laughing, The stars are really nice tonight. He said sloppily.
every memory that I hold
were all just scars in the making
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Umber-red eyes fell to the flames for a moment, and Vesper could feel her stomach twisting and turning at the pause. She had the urge to retract her question, but then he turned toward her and made his apology.
Immediately, her mind flashed back. The scars of the wounds inflicted on her that night tingled in the heat of the fire, but there was a more dangerous heat sweeping through her body as she remembered his large frame pressing down on hers, trapping her between his hips and the claw marks in the dirt. It was something that she had shoved brutally out of her mind, refused to acknowledge at all, choosing instead to focus on the shame of her defeat. But no—the memory came back, all the stronger from the alcohol dropping her guard.
Helotes was apologizing, acknowledging the error of his ways. The man she had secretly feared for weeks since that night was apologizing. Regardless, when his hand fell sloppily down onto her brown-splashed shoulder, the she-yote jerked away and nearly lost her balance due to the effect of the alcohol. She flattened her ears and cast her blue eyes toward the trees, the fire, anywhere but his near-solemn face.
“It’s… ’s’okay.” Her heart fluttered in her chest, but whether it was because of her fear or the relief that she shouldn’t be afraid, she didn’t know. “You weren’t wearing pants,” she added, the detail so damn silly that she tried to force a laugh. Instead, a hiccupping belch escaped from her narrow muzzle, and she startled herself, eyes wide and body tensing—until a more sincere laugh bubbled up from her chest. “Never happened, okay? Y’ just kicked my ass. But I… I know you’re sorry and…” Her tongue stumbled. “Thank you.”
She was quiet for another moment—but when he fell back off the log, she laughed again. She settled down next to him, rolling onto her pale belly, her dark-tipped tail dancing up in the air briefly before it fell against her legs again. “Mmmhmm,” she agreed, glancing up at the sky. “I like clear nights. Used t’ tell where I was by the stars.” The skill was unpolished as she became more intimate with the lands of Nova Scotia, but she was sure she would be back to navigating by the heavens once she ventured out a bit farther. Until then, she was content to stay in the pack territory; Inferni had everything she needed if she worked at it.
Another serious moment passed briefly as she reached over to prod his muscular arm, pale blue eyes fixing on his face among his dark hair. “I’m gonna be glad to have a friend like you,” Vesper told him warmly, and smiled.
Vesper Optime by Nat; table code from the Mentors!
Helotes could hear Vesper mumbling, but wasn’t fully paying attention to what she was saying. But then, he felt the warmth of her body as she leaned back onto the frost bitten ground with him, agreeing that indeed the stars were lovely that night. They laid in silence for a moment, but then she reached out and touched him. Helotes would have flinched otherwise at the soft touch, but had lost the ability to do so in his inebriated state. Instead, he looked over at Vesper as she said that she was glad to have him as a friend. He could have kissed her then, Vesper with her boyish good looks and ruffled hair, but he wasn’t drunk enough to do that yet. Instead he smiled and reached over to ruffle her choppy mop, Good, I’ve wanted to be friends like forever now.
It took a moment but Helotes finally righted himself on the log, his backside now covered in frost in dirt. He twisted, desperately trying to brush it off; he hated being dirty. Then he grabbed the bottle again where Vesper had left it leaning against the log and took a small swig. The Vodka was getting low, only about a third of the bottle left. What a shame, but they were lucky it was such strong stuff. But Helotes made a mental note that he best find a way to restock his supply sooner rather than later.
He turned and offered Vesper a hand to pull her back up onto the log, You know, I’ve always thought you were sexy. But I’ve got this funny feeling about you now… He burped a bit before continuing, I don’t stand a chance in hell with you do I? He grinned stupidly then. It wasn’t that he believed Vesper was angry with him and therefore would never want any kind of romance, but he had a feeling that the scarred coyote held absolutely no attraction to him. He had felt this way for some time now and he hoped she might enlighten him.
He clumsily pushed the bottle into her paws again and his eyes trailed over to the mansion which glowed just a ways away. It was too bad too that Vesper had no interest in him, for had she been any other female he most likely would have bedded her that night. His sheets had been chilly and lonely as of late, Helotes not having wooed any ladies in the fervor of his training. But now the loneliness was beginning to drain him; he needed a woman’s warmth.
every memory that I hold
were all just scars in the making
SSWM Word Count → 427 :: Didn't give ya much to reply to, but maybe a few quick short posts and we can close it out. :3
His large claws ruffled affectionately through her cropped hair, a hand that could easily have done her harm and left even more scores across her slender body. It was a surprising gesture but not an altogether unwelcome one, and her tail flopped once like a fish on the cold ground. His statement made her chuckle lightly, but she did feel guilty for pushing him away all this time. She might have had a good excuse to close herself off from him, but since their covenant in the guesthouse, he had proven only to be a respectable man and not at all like the brute that had attacked her in the autumn woodland clearing.
The dusky coyote clambered back onto the log, wriggling to get the frost off his ass then taking another gulp of the vodka. At this point, the female didn’t feel like she could stomach another swallow—not because of the acidic taste, which she had gotten used to, but the little voice that managed to get through her muffled thoughts to let her know that more wouldn’t be intelligent. Her body was small, and she had enough of the “effect” that was the whole point of the hard liquor, almost matching the man sip for sip.
She clenched his hand and let herself be drawn up beside him, balancing precariously on the log though doing a lot better job than most drunks would; training like that simply didn’t go away. The hand that tried to slam down on his shoulder in a brotherly thump was less coordinated, and she came damn near to raking her claws into his skin. She withdrew and tipped her head, glancing at the floating embers he’d been so transfixed by until he spoke again.
Being called sexy was nothing new—though she wasn’t beautiful by normal standards, her spunk apparently made up for it for stupid men—and she cocked a brow at him, their newly forged bond of friendship keeping her from hitting him in the jaw. But then he went on, a grin spreading across his red-streaked features, and she was giggling too hard to notice the bottle being pushed into her paws. She dumped the thing on the ground—though luckily for the Lykoi, none of the precious intoxicating stuff spilled out.
“Maybe if you had a vagina, pal,” Vesper said, grinning and butting Helotes affectionately with her fluffy head. “I told ya men are disgustin’; I never really looked twice at ’em. Just because you’re one of the coolest dudes I know doesn’t change that.”
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He thoughts about warmed bed sheets were broken when Vesper bumped her head against him affectionately. She then let him know why she had been giving him the strange feelings; this girl was a lesbo! Helotes laughed uproariously, HA! I knew it! I don’t know how but I fucking knew! He then suddenly wrapped his muscular arm around Vespers neck and drew her to his chest and he gave her a harsh rubbing on the top of her head with his knuckles, a gesture he would often have done with Jacinto when they were younger. He released her quickly though, Well fuck me backwards girl, goddamnit! Why are all the cool ones always into pussy? He laughed again. Oh what a horribly ironic twist. It seems as if Helotes had absolutely no luck.
Helotes retrieved the bottle, having hardly noticed that Vesper had set it down until he caught a glance of its blue sheen. He held the bottle in his arm like a puppy before awkwardly standing up. He swayed for a moment, almost threatening to fall on top of the girl, but managed to keep his balance, Well, lesbo or not, I want you to come sleep with me, Then, realizing how this sounded he raised his hands, nearly dropping the bottle that was wedged between his ribs and arm, But not like that! I mean, do you want to come spend the night with me? Goddamnit! No, I mean, fuck… He sighed, trying to gather his thoughts, I’m get kinda lonely up in my room, I was wondering if maybe you would keep me company. We can just talk or whatever, and you can ditch when I fall asleep… He realized how pathetic he sounded and he let forth a frustrated growl. What the hell was his problem? Then he realized that he had always asked his drinking mates in the past to stay with him into the night. He supposed it stemmed from the fear that the beast inside him would be released and uncontrollable, just as his father’s had been when he drank.
He sighed again, Never mind, I know how stupid it sounds… He must have looked so pathetic then, standing there swaying, cradling a bottle like it was a baby. But Helotes was a pathetic person, always had been; he just managed to hide it pretty well.
every memory that I hold
were all just scars in the making
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Laughter thundered from the dusty-grey male. He declared that he’d known then, before she could even respond, hooked his arm around her and gave her a fierce noogie that had her growling and thrashing her skinny limbs. She jerked back once he let her free, causing her to nearly topple off the log though her pale nails dug deep into the bark, giving her purchase. Rather than being annoyed, however, she broke into another smirk: a pretty arrogant one, softened slightly as she shook her head at the childish male.
“Aw, you know the answer to that one yourself,” Vesper shot back as he lamented her sexuality. “Pussy fuckin’ rocks.” She waggled a finger at him wickedly. “You’f all people should understand, so you can’t complain.”
His laughter infected her demeanor once more, lifting it higher and higher until it soared like a bird on a thermal. She wasn’t really one to blurt out what she liked and didn’t, unless it was to deter a male. Usually, she let people figure it out on her own, and she played to enough of the stereotypes naturally for it not to be quite a stretch to most people. She chuckled quietly to herself, drawing her hand across her face, her fingers pausing on her cheek.
Helotes clasped the bottle like it was his firstborn son as he rose with a sway; the woman held out her arms at this point as if that would cause his weight not to crush her if he fell. The suggestion made her blink, but he seemed to understand how it sounded and, juggling the vodka, sputtered out more words. Even as he grew more agitated about his inability to get his words across, her alarmed expression faded into sympathy.
Seeing the larger man completely wasted, trying his best to remedy his suggestion before admitting defeat with a sad sigh, Vesper found that little soft spot she hid away coming back out. She’d no way of knowing what she would do about this if she were sober, but with the heat running through her veins and the wind shaking the flames, she made a hesitant decision. She stepped over to him and smiled lightly, resting a hand on his back and giving it a little pick-me-up scratch before stepping toward the mansion.
“I fuckin’ hate human buildings, but it’s gotta be worse staying in a room alone,” the slender coywolf said with a shrug. “But yeah, we can sit and talk about shit for a while, not that I’ll remember any of it.” Her casual but considerate expression twisted into something of mischief as she added firmly, “But we gotta make sure no one sees us and assumes anything. Can’t have the ladies thinkin’ we’re an item, yeah?”
The drunk male brightened slightly at that, and though he guffawed at her last remark, she had a feeling he was gladder than he’d admit to have company. She flashed him another grin and beckoned him to follow as they headed stumbling and supporting each other to the mansion.
Vesper Optime by Nat; table code from the Mentors!
