* LONELY WOLF

Michael ( fallen archangel ) headcanon based

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"Because I don't think that you are a monster. And even so, I don't want to leave you out here alone," Wanda replied, glancing at him for a moment before opening the door to the cabin she was staying in. "Come on, let's get your warmed up at least."

"Quite a few wolves seem to be comin' out of the woodworks lately," Ashe mused with a light smile and a chuckle, before tilting his head at the other man. "Welcome to the Tome and Sundry. Can I help you with anythin'?"

"Th... there are?" The nervous werewolf uttered with bright yet tired and fearful blue eyes. Despite his tall stature, everything about him screamed that he wanted to hide, wanted to cower away in his thick winter jacket, aided by hunching his shoulders as if trying to shield himself within it for safety. "I, um... I was wonderin' if you could help me. I... I caught your scent, s... saw this place 'n' I... I thought you might be able to help." Ethan found himself going round in circles, his nervousness clutching at his chest. "Is there anythin' can make the transformations less... painful? Some herb? A... some medicine? A... anythin'?" Those worn eyes seemed to plead as he looked at the otehr wolf. "Please?"

“In truth? More often than I wish to admit. I may be able to take the form of an apex predator, but that doesn’t mean I’m ridiculous and don’t fear anything,” Aislin responded, her words genuine and expressed softly, all of her mannerisms gentle and touched with compassion that was infinite.

"I, uh... I can't imagine bein' able to fear nothin'. But... but sometimes I feel like it'd be nice, y'know? Jus'... jus' feelin' free for a while?" He knew how it sounded, shrugging a little as he curled in on himself as if trying to hide despite standing at a towering 6'3", which made disappearing rather difficult. "I'm tired of bein' scared."

"You wouldn't happen to serve coffee as well, would you? Because I could use a cup alongside a whiskey."

"I got whatever ya need, sweetness." The Texan bar owner mused with a cheeky glint in his eyes. "Jus' gonna be my own stash, mind you. Ain't none of that fancy-shmancy stuff y'get in no big chain coffee shop. How 'bout we meet in the middle 'n' I make ya up a nice Irish coffee? How's that sound?"