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YAY ROMANNNCEE!


Never had he been so angry before. He'd never been so angry in his life and along with that fury came a deep sense of helplessness. He wanted revenge, but with that yearning came the knowledge that he didn't represent any part of Kol. She wasn't his, not in the way that he wanted her to be. And she laid no claim to him either, something that cut deep, but there was nothing he could do. Not down that avenue, anyway. But he could go to her, vulnerable as ever, but with an offer of comfort, and a few more flowers, those could never hurt. But as easy as it appeared for him to be 'just friends' with Kol, on the inside Eli was raw. He'd given himself to her in every possible way, and none of that seemed to matter to her. She was still incapable of believing that he wouldn't leave her, that he wasn't just in it for the few night stands. But he wasn't. He was in it for the long run, she just couldn't see it yet. Would she ever? All he could do was keep trying.

It was with that determination instilled within him that Elliot took off from his tree house, stubbornly headed in the direction of Kol's house. He'd never felt truly at home there, whether it was a result of Kol's roller coaster reactions to him, or the fact that the house itself was very human, he wasn't sure. All he knew is that his tree house felt like home, and his den beneath the tree would be even more comfortable, as soon as he could make it. Spring was coming on strong but it wasn't nearly warm enough to fully defrost the ground. He'd have to wait. Anyway, there were more important matters that needed to be tended to, the object of his desire being the foremost one.

Originally Elliot had planned on going through the front door, knocking politely to show just how much of a good boy his was. But no sooner had the male made it up the crooked steps he changed his mind. Knocking would only give Kol a chance to turn him away and he didn't want that. He had a better chance of being able to stick around if he possessed the element of surprise. So the window it was. He silently made his way to the back of the house, moving stealthily in the evening's light. When he was sure that he was at the right window, the massive male slid it open effortlessly, calling out to his friend. He slipped through the opening as graceful as he possibly could, which was clumsy at best. There was a loud thump as his rear-end landed on the hardwood floor, a whoosing oof! escaping his maw. But other than that, there wasn't much damage accomplished. So as quickly as ever, he was back on his feet, worried eyes narrowing in on the one he loved most in the world. They widened in pain as he took in her injuries, worry quickly turning into smoldering anger. Whoever did this to her would pay, he was sure of it. But in the mean time, he needed to care for her.

Elliot crossed the room in two quick strides, depositing the flowers in place of an old bouquet he'd given her earlier in the week. The old flowers were cast aside and he sidled up to the edge of her bed, kneeling swiftly to be at her side. From the pack that hung across his shoulders he procured a cloth and his water sac, dampening the fabric before laying it across Kol's forehead. He bent over and quickly brushed his lips across her face, moving as fast as he could so she couldn't protest. I'm gonna take care of you, okay? He posed it as a question when really it was just a statement. Kol had no say in this. He was here to stay.


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Out of Character

XDDDDDD Why do I get the feeling there's gonna be a little bit of an argument here where everything gets settled? *coughs*



Word Count: 603



In Character

It'd barely been a day since the asinine fight with the puppy-eating lone wolf, and Kol was stiff as a board. Her endorphines had blocked the pain enough to get her and Alexey back to Dahlia, and more importantly to make a report to Cwmfen, but as soon as she'd hit her mattress they'd begun to fade away. The Koios girl had helped to get the Scout into bed, but there was no doubt she could tell that Kol was still seething in anger. She'd probably done the best possible thing by doing what she could and then leaving Kol to herself, because as her soreness set in so did her grumpy annoyance at her best friend for putting herself in danger. Of course, the root of that anger was truly directed at herself, for attacking that monster mid-meal when she was already dead on her feet had been the stupidest thing she'd ever done in her life.


Kol had been extremely lucky, truth be told, that her best friend had been somewhere near. By the time the Stormbringer had been able to cry for help, she'd had barely enough energy left to send the call very far. Aside from acting without thinking, the other aspect of the encounter that troubled Kol was the way her opponent had fought. It was as though there was no higher thought in his head than tearing her apart, and his eyes had glared with an intensity that bespoke something other than civil intelligence. He had not been stupid, far from it, but the beast had seemed possessed only of instinct during the melee and nothing more. The Scout had never fought anyone so primal in her life, and it chilled her.


The darkness that came with evening helped to soothe the wounded female's pounding head, and her gashes had mostly scabbed over and begun the healing process. She lay curled up in her secui form atop her mattress, knowing that the only thing more stupid than what she'd already done would be to attempt to shift and rip open her closing injuries. The halfling form was truly good only for battle, and it was usually the appearance she entertained the least amount of time in. It annoyed her to be stuck in it for the moment, but there was nothing she could do about it.


Kol had just managed to push the pain from her mind and drift off to sleep when a disturbing racket ensued from her side window. She'd locked her bedroom door upon Lexey's departure to keep unwanted visitors away, but she'd never thought anyone would be inconsiderate enough to use her window. The wolf's ears shot forward, a low growl rumbling in her chest until the noise at the casement took on an appearance, and the menacing threat caught in her throat. All she could do was watch as her lover pushed his way in, feeling too bad to even chuckle as he made his clumsy entrance. It was obvious by the look in his eyes that he was furious, and the rest of his face revealed a deep sense of worry at the same time. Kol had no idea how Elliott had found out about the ordeal so quickly (were it up to her, she'd have wished him never to know) and she instantly moved her lips to protest as he kissed her and layed the soothing cloth on her forehead. "Elliott, I'm fine. It's not as bad as it looks, and I'm not a child. I don't need to be fussed over; I've gone through a lot worse than this."





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Gah! I'm so sorry, Jassy! A lot of crappy stuff has been happening, so I've BEEN awful with my replies!


He'd made a career of not being sure of himself. All his life, Elliot bumbled around, attempting to do the right thing here and there, trying to be good. He lived with generous thoughts of his family members, his mother, father – grandfather; they were all the type of wolves he wanted to be like. But it had been done so many times before, he couldn't see how anything else would ever be expected. It seemed like a ritual. Follow the places his families had gone, try to achieve similar goals, be great like them. And he tried, God how he tried. But no one was there to tell him if he was going in the proper direction. The only one he did want to do right by was giving him nothing. Absolutely nothing. He was standing here, his arms full of things that would help her heal, make her better and she gave him nothing. He might as well have been holding his heart out to her. If he wanted to describe the angst. But all he wanted was a fucking smile! She could give him that, couldn't she? After all, he'd given her everything he had.

And just like that, he was angry. He had been from the beginning, really but now the anger was directed at her. It was something he never thought he'd felt before, because the only feeling he had for her was love. But right now it felt a little like hate. Elliot drew up to his full size, an impressive sight by all means – something that rarely happened. And for just a moment, he wasn't the friendly, bumbling do-gooder he always had been. He was pissed. He threw the water bag aside, glaring at her as it hit the wall, splattering its contents all over. No, you aren't okay, Kol. Damn it, you always say that and it isn't true! He growled furiously, clenching his claws, resisting the highly unusual urge to punch the wall, punch something. I'm so sick and fucking tired of you saying that! He leaned forward, eyes sweeping her delicate body, pausing on each and every wound, agony in their reddish depths. His gaze stopped at her feet and returned to her face, the male leaning closely, almost threatening. Look at yourself. He snarled quietly, eyes accusing. Don't you care at all? He could have been talking about her well being, but it was mostly about how he felt for her, and how little she seemed to care about him. Enough that she was reckless with herself, stupid. And if he lost her because of that? It would break him. So her stood there, glaring at her, furious eyes trying to break her for once. Just once. Let her see how it felt.


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Out of Character

*thwaps* Don't be sorry love, I was on absence anyway. Stupid lack of internet. D:


And HOSHIT Elliott is scary when he snaps! O.O


Word Count: 664



In Character

The sudden chaotic flip in her lover's personality startled the Stormbringer into total quiescence. His eyes, usually an indescribably warm shade of umber, were blazing hot as a raging wildfire as his words lashed out at her. Violet eyes took in everything, from that intense fire to the battle he was fighting with his urge to hit something. His words stung as he attacked her, Kol still a bit too stunned to react for the moment. He was always so controlled, so gentle, that she was having a hard time making herself believe this passionately furious wolf was the same man she was still denying she'd grown to love.


Tension filled the air around the couple as Kol fought to understand what he was saying, then fought some more to form a reaction to him. Harsh silence seemed to last an eternity as she was the first to break the stare, her amethyst eyes doing as Elliott had suggested and fully taking in the extent of her condition. She had been incredibly wreckless, nearly throwing her life away in one instant of pure stupidity and overconfidence. It was a mistake she would never make again. She just hadn't realized until she brought her eyes back up to meet the male's that it wasn't only herself who stood to lose something. After all, how would she have felt if it had been Alexey in her shoes? She would have done exactly what the Koios woman had in saving her life, and if it had been Elliott, she'd probably be reacting exactly the same way as he was.


Then again, Elliott wasn't nearly as stubborn and hard-headed as she herself was, and would have realized long before she did that what she did with her life no longer affected only her.


It had happened without Kol ever even realizing it. Others had come to love her, and she'd grown to love them in return. Alexey was like a sister to her, closer even to her than her blood siblings were, aside from Drey. Haku was a kindred spirit, Cercelee was the gentle-natured yet strong-willed role model Kol's mother had always tried to be. And Elliott...


Something snapped inside the Stormbringer's heart as those burning eyes glared down at her. Behind the rage in them, she could finally see what else was there. Fear and worry mixed with something else were clear as day in his stare, and it finally all clicked. He loved her. All the posing, all their countless midnight talks and dream-like nights spent in each other's arms were not the superficial lie she always feared them to be. She'd loved and lost before, and she'd always felt it was a matter of time before Elliott grew tired or bored of their love affair, and he'd be on to brighter and better things. At least, that was what she'd believed all this time. It was far easier to deal with the pain of being thrown away if you were prepared for it and constantly expecting it. It was far more agonizing to let your hopes build, only to be shattered with a single word.


Kol's wall came crashing down in an instant as she held her lover's stare. Tears welled up in her violet eyes as she finally let herself discard the mask, and her voice broke as she whispered the only thing she could possibly say. "I'm such an idiot. Elliott, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." She hated letting anyone see her break down (it meant admitting a weakness she stubbornly wished not to possess), but it was too late. The confusion, denial, and all the months of convincing herself the male she loved could never possibly love someone like her had been building up to this point. All it took was the look in Elliott's eyes to make it all come crashing down around her, baring her soul and forcing her to realize just how utterly stupid and blind she'd truly been.





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