Paved With Good Intentions

i finally found the old email address for this blog lmfao

      “Oh, uh...”

      Kenneth fumbled with his door handle, finally getting it open and striding around to the other side to open Aurora’s before she could try to herself. “It’s my friend’s place. Jude. They and I met when they visited my bakery. I thought we could have dinner here.”

      Of course... he hadn’t asked for her opinion, and she didn’t know Jude, nor did she know the quality of their food... oh dear. He had made another grave error, hadn’t he? He would have to call Felix and ask later that night. Blast it all.

      “I can.”

      Orion grinned, briefly touching her shoulder as he walked past and reached into the dingy minifridge that he and Forest had set up in their current homebase. A small thing, and only belonging to the few of the werewolves who couldn’t quite give up their love of cold drinks. He withdrew two glass bottles of coca cola and offered one to her.

      “Here. Come on then.”

      Careful, moving with painstaking caution, Kenneth rose from his chair and approached Aurora, gently reaching out to take her hands. “It’s okay. You’ll be fine. Come on - let’s get you to bed. Everything is more comfortable in bed.”

      Even as he guided her to her bedroom, he began running through things in his mind; a plan, something to carry out. A gameplan - or, more in tune with his personality, a recipe. Except he had never really done this before, so it was nothing but a gamble, if he were honest.

      Once Aurora was situated in bed, he knelt on the floor beside it so that he could try to meet her gaze. “Alright. I’m going to put on some tea; ginger and peppermint. It should help with any stomach upset and to soothe you.” A pause. “I’ll heat up some soup just in case you get hungry. What will help, Aurora? I mean...” 

      Never in Raphael’s life had someone saying they had something to tell him been a flippant matter. He glanced at Allegra, searching her face for some hint as to what was happening, before finally giving a nod and setting his plate of food down. “Alright.”

      They could talk here, but if this was serious - and he had a feeling it was - he wanted to be somewhere quieter, where his sisters and brother couldn’t accidentally walk in. The dangers of spending time at your family’s house rather than in your own apartment, he supposed. “Come on.”

      Paper bags threatened to fall from his hands, and David paused before responding, trying to gather the groceries back into his arms before speaking. He looked apologetically at Luna with a faint shrug, picking his way across the room to place the food on the counter. “Sorry. Figured you wouldn’t want to go do something as boring as grocery shopping. Especially not now.” 

      The holidays had arrived and the stores were all bustling with people trying to grab last minute Christmas gifts and meal ingredients. He had barely managed to get out of the store and into the parking lot without being run over by four different carts, all pushed by elderly women five times smaller than he was. It hadn’t exactly been a fun experience.

      “You do that. I’m tellin’ ya, I’m right. I know my music, Ally. Just ‘cause I don’t have some fancy radio show doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” The words came out light, not a hint of petulance or actual anger in them, his eyes glittering in amusement even if his expression was one of mock irritation.

      He knew his rock music, and he knew the lyrics. He was in the right here. There was no doubt about that. Though if it came down to it he would let her believe she was the one who was right... if only because he was fond enough of her not to care about getting the last word.

      “Mmh...” 

      David let out a sleepy mumble, rolling over slightly so that he was slightly faced toward Luna, who was wriggling closer under the blankets, not stopping until her head rested on his shoulder. Dimly, he caught the scent of whiskey and roses that he associated with her; some combination of her shampoo and the job she held. It only served to soothe him more, his eyes drifting shut again as he shifted so that she would be more comfortable, one arm slipping around her.

      Well, that was a first. When Nolan moved here, he had expected to be treated as an outsider, much like he had been in his hometown. The concept of someone actively seeking a reason to ‘hang out’ with him was completely unexpected and came out of nowhere, as did the little flowers the woman held.

      “Don’t look for an excuse next time.” He rose to his feet, brushing potting soil from the knees of his jeans and walking up the steps of his porch to the door and opening it. “You can come over any time. Seriously.”