the way they go

“I’m pretty sure it can be implied,” Cassie said with a shrug. She raised her eyebrow at the comment that followed. “I mean, a little. Enough to get by when my parents go out of town. Why?”

     A wolf-like grin curled her mouth and Iliya’s gaze held mischief as she regarded the brunette. “I’m new to town so I’m not gonna make y’cook or nothin’ but a little help findin’ some good places to eat would be much appreciated.”

      “ You have no idea. ” Iliya had read through recipe after recipe and no matter how she might try, the end result never looked remotely like the pictures and they didn’t taste much better, either. She tapped a finger against her chin in thought, a list of food she loved already forming in her head. “ Can y’make chicken pasta and grilled cheese? And maybe like...I don’t know some sort of cheese potato thing? ”

“I feel like food was definitely implied in there.”

     “ Food can’t just be implied, it has to be,” she waved a hand as if summoning the right word from the air, “explicitly stated. D’ya cook, by chance? ” Iliya tried for subtle to the best of her abilities.

     “ Seriou- I mean, yeah. Fair is totally fair. ” 

     “ And food. Above all, food is the greatest thing ever. ”

     “ Y’think so? I was really feeling the lumberjack vibe. ”

open.

     “ Thank you. Now let’s discuss payment for the use of my back. ”

     Kitty....kitty....         A moment passes, Iliya’s lip curls up at the offense, and she     is once more at risk of revealing herself. She wants to bring     out her claws and fangs, wants to fight him, but she knows     better, even a hotheaded wolf could tell when not to attack.                         Especially without a pack.     Seconds tick slower than her heart beats and time intends     to be a bitch to her. Fuck it.                                      (She’s got this.)     No preamble, no thoughts, only sharp edged words  join her     as she tackles him.                          “ M’not a fuckin’ cat. ”

Like a drug, having her would always lead to addiction, or death.

“Probably question it for a while, and after a bit, I would decide to check it out”

      “ That’s the worst decision, it could be haunted by ghosts. ”

“I’m going to say yes, I am”

     “ Then when someone tells you something is haunted                                    what do you do? ”

“Well I’m sorry, Li.” He groaned pulling on a shirt he heard a thump. For a second he was worried getting into the room quicker then he meant to.

     “Something is wrong.” She yanked the cord from the plug in on the wall and tossed it towards the vacuum. Her knee still hurt, the foreign pain grating on her nerves. Nothing like landing on her knee had ever been this painful or lasted so long before. She felt more...human. And angry. So very, very angry. Especially when her brother was laughing at her. 

Zeke’s head throbbed as he tried to go to bed. Something was wrong - terribly wrong and he hoped it wasn’t sickness again. Still he couldn’t be help but be annoyed. Still he tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice. 

     “I’d have been done a fuckin’ hour ago, if you’da helped me.” Iliya hollered back, forgetting that she’d called him in the first place because she felt funny. Now all she felt was off, angry and frustrated, unable to figure out what was going on with her. She tried to extend her claws and found that she couldn’t, her hands remaining pathetically human.