HICKORY, OAK, PINE & WEED

[ sm. semi tolerable ] ;; You are an oddity I will never understand. Why?

also me: allows only a very limited number of people to touch me at all, let alone in a slightly intimate way. barely ever allows myself to show emotional weakness around people. gets anxious when someone hugs me for too long.

                   For the moment -- talk of stones are a lost cause and the Scotsman has to bite his tongue and allow the whole thing to slip away. Eventually he will get Jeremy to understand their importance but for now, there is not rush. At least Alistair was given a nod before the creature curled up on him -- something only unnatural beings were allowed to. If only the warlock could figure him out. More than a homunculus, certainly more than a shadow. A puzzle to be solved with time and that is all Alistair ever has. Hand settle on a shoulder while the other rests on a kneecap, petting gently as a snicker echoes from the Scotsman’s throat. “I doubt tha’ she will but I s’pose yeu coul’ have my card.” Ali lets out as he takes the phone and places it onto Jeremy’s lap before pulling out a piece of thin wood shaped like a card. “T’is is better t’an a number -- s’faster.” Explained as the item is placed into the other’s hand now. “All yeu have tae do is break it n’half an’ I’ll be here.”

                      “Don’ worry yeur precious head o’r t’is, love -- it’ll heal.” Eventually he means to add but Alistair would rather not talk about the ass kicking he just received from an older witch he had inadvertently angered. “Some thin’s jus’ take a wee bit longer.” Always depending on the who and what that brought it upon him. Black wisps of smoke are already flitting over skin to begin with, holding and shifting his bones back into place to stay as ligaments mend under clothing that hides the rest for Lori’s wandering eyes. 

                  Eyes narrow on the wolf in question -- so this was the true alpha that held dominion over Beacon Hills? She looked scrawny to the warlock. Though, then again, Alistair hardly looked much of anything to outsiders. Only appearing as a short young man with more gangly a form than the one eyes are staring at. “Yeu have an interestin’ glow ‘bout yeu.” Black smoke and sparks flicker out from one eye that becomes shrouded as Alistair continues to keep his gaze on her -- the other hue glowing bright blue in the process. “Woul’ love tae rip yeu open and examine yeur insides, I bet s’a lovely place.”

                      ❝Do yeu want tae put some clothes on?❞

                         ❝Yeu don’ love me anym’re.❞

                    ❝We are creatures of t’e underworld. We cannae afford tae love.❞

                    ❝Whose t’e dead girl on t’e wall?❞