𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨°𝟐

descendent out

Sweetheart does not share their opinions often. Some of of their and Milo's biggest fights have been over Milo trying to get an opinion out of them.

Angel hides or ignores their emotions. They tend to always be smiling. The more animated they get the more David worries somethings wrong.

Baabe is really good at hiding and lying. When they where growing up they had to be good at both to survive.

Darlin' tends to run away. Their father was a coward and they promised themselfs that they would be better then him but as you know the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

They first meet Lovely very close after their first Solstice back with the Shaw pack - Sam deciding he wants to share what little family he has with them too.

Lovely is immediately so desperate to be their friend upon meeting them, the coolest person they've ever seen.

Darlin feels a little intimidated at first, uncomfortable with the attention. But when Lovely looks up at them with shining eyes and asks them "what's the best way to kick some ass?", Darlin gets a wicked grin on their face and thinks that maybe this won't be so bad.

And I think the two will often hang out together, just doing things they can't do with their nocturnally inclined partners. Darlin calls them 'Baby Fangs' (they claimed it was bc Lovely's original teeth were sharp, it was not. It's another short joke, they're unoriginal) and Lovely calls them 'Moonflower' (and is the only one allowed such a sappy nickname, Milo is still nursing a bruise from when he tried to make a lighthearted joke about it).

One morning, early, the two explain their scars; I imagine both their necks are heavily scarred from Quinn and Adam respectively. Lovely is grateful that Darlin doesn't shoot them that pitying look that's usually saved for kicked puppies. And Darlin is touched at how much Lovely cares but doesn't push; just holds the space for them. There's solace in not being alone, especially when the sun is rising so softly over the forest clearing Darlin took them to.

Seeing newborn vampire Lovely felt like ice to their core. They hadn't meant to have seen Lovely like this, but Vincent had gone to talk to William (and was in desperate need of rest that Sam was having to trick him into). And Darlin's habit of dropping by unannounced meant Sam didn't have the chance to warn them.

They're pinned to the ground at speed by an unfamiliar vamp, and immediately start shifting before they recognise the face and freeze up, almost allowing Lovely to bite them before Sam pulls them off. He restrains them and quickly checks on Darlin, who is completely shut down. He worries for a second that it's because they're hurt, but instead it's that helpless feeling they had of cradling their friend, bloody and afraid, after Quinn's attack all those years ago.

But there's nothing to fight here. No enemy to take down, no blows to withstand, no evil gaze to meet while you stand between your friend and the devil.

Only Lovely, Sparky, Baby Fangs; eyes now a dull silver. No more sunrises to share, no more awed curses as they do something stupid at the skatepark, no more human eyes sparkling as they bring Darlin their latest baking project to try. They try to tell themselves it's not over, Lovely is at least still alive, and will soon be able to recognise them. But the familiar ache of 'it's all my fault' settles around them. They should've been there to watch the Games, to support Sam and Lovely and Vincent and protect their pack an-

Sam wraps his arms around them tightly, nails lightly tracing circles across their skin, grounding them. The two sit together and mourn, quiet on Sam's kitchen floor. And when Vincent returns, Darlin helps Sam drag him to the bedroom for rest.

Darlin will often catch Lovely sat by the window, curtains drawn tight, the sunlight tinting the edges of the fabric gold. And they don't say anything, just settle beside Lovely, shifting to wolf form and gently bumping their head against their hand. Their eyes are different, their neck more scarred, and the quiet underlying sadness simmers a little stronger nowadays; but they are still the image of life in Darlin's eyes. They love watching the way Lovely's eyes light up as they feel coarse wolf fur under their finger tips. And the two watch the sunset this time instead, welcoming the night.

Am I an odd one out for thinking of the listeners as just... Ocs to customize and make personal and not some canon tool (wrong way of wording it but I can't think of how else to say it).

Like. My versions are just... Ocs. I don't think of them as canon, just inserts in a way.

The whole thing of saying something like heights or pronouns, identities, it's getting reduced to people calling it canon. None of the listeners are "canon," that's the point. The only thing canon is their nicknames and powers, and even then, in my own world building, there's a few things changed but that's my own AU, I guess. Does it fit into the storyline? Not really. But I don't make it that way. It's just... Between me and my fics. I don't force it into the canon.

For example. My Angel and Freelancer are siblings, so in turn, my Angel is also a latent freelancer. My Baaabe is a latent electro and a professional dance instructor instead of an office worker. My Honey is a graphic designer. But that's in my own little world. I'm not forcing it into canon.

My Angel, Baaabe, and Sweetheart are about the same height (5'5 to 5'6). My Lovely is 5'7. My Darlin' is the tallest listener in the Pack being 5'9. My Dreamer is the tallest listener overall at 5'10, nearly 5'11. But that's my interpretation, listeners as my ocs.