Beautiful Chaos

The sound of the howls |James + Rhett|

Ah, it was so close. James could hear in his big paws the full moon was coming, there was no doubt about that. The black wolf was scampering around the woods, in his wolf form, enjoying the stretching of the paws he really needed. It happened more frequently in the past months that he needed to change in his fur side and so there he was, almost at dawn, wondering whether to go hunting a bit more or getting down and enjoy a quiet nap before changing in his human self. Those thoughts though were quickly interrupted by two sounds: the first was a howl. A powerful one, not so distant from where he was standing. The second attracted his attention more and that was the sound of footsteps. And the scent of fear. James could feel it and he could hear the footsteps were just coming directly toward him. He could either stay in wolf form and try to convince the human that he was not a threat or change. The wolf sighed, then James decided to change. He fell right in front of the footsteps’ owner: his muscles were still contracting in pain, he panted, but he raised the hand and said: “Don’t worry! I’m not.. I’m not gonna hurt you!” 

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"Why am I so fucking stupid..." Rhett spoke aloud as he walked through the forest grounds of the school. It was not uncommon for Rhett to get lost in his own thoughts and art then it was hours later. This evening, Rhett decided to go off from campus for a while and take in nature and just be present there. It was the best way to get inspiration. And it had definitely worked. However, it worked too well and now it was night time with wolves prowling and howling. And Rhett was terrified.

The last time he had encountered werewolves at night, he had been attacked. Luckily, he made it out okay, more of less. Rhett almost lost the ability to use his hand however and that was some of the darkest times for him. He was trying not to think about that as he moved through the forest, trying to avoid the howling . Rhett had been doing a pretty good job until he heard footsteps bounding towards him and suddenly, the wolf was before him. Rhett jumped backwards and before his eyes, the wolf turned back into a man. His eyes were wide with fear and anxiety but he remained where he stood. His head nodded slightly at his words, but he wasn't sure if it was because he believed him or just because he was scared, "O-Okay." He said quietly, "Are you okay?" Rhett asked, unsure what he could do, really.

 “I get that.. I do that too sometimes..” She said nodding. “One time I was so taken into the drawing I was doing that I didn’t realize all my bag had fallen down with everything splattered around me.” Tamara giggled at the thought, still to this day, still after years. “Can I sit?” She asked and then she took out her brand new sketch pad and offered it to him. “It’s new, sadly the other one is at home. I sketched only my dog, Razzle. He was so cute yesterday, I couldn’t stop myself.” She explained. “I’m Tamara by the way.. It’s nice to meet you..”

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Rhett smiled softly, nodding his head, glad to know that he wasn't alone in his ways. It was always nice to find things in common like that with people so that you didn't feel like a total outcast. He nodded his head, stretching his hand, "Please do." He said, happy for the company. As she pulled out a sketch pad of her own, Rhett's blue eyes looked over the drawing and immediately, he grinned, "Well look at that! Absolutely incredible! You been drawing for long?" He asked. Hearing her introduce herself, he nodded, "Tamara, it's a real pleasure. I'm Rhett Matthews." He stretched his out for her to shake before he dropped it once again. Flipping through his own sketchbook that was far from new, he found a drawing that he had done of schools campus with the sun setting on the horizon, "It's nothing great. I do better with colors but I feel like bringing a bunch of colored pencils with me is a bit much." He laughed.

Grace pressed a cool kiss to his cheek, effectively taking in his scent. Pleased to sense nothing tremendously out of the ordinary. Woe would indeed be upon anyone who had dared to harm him. When Rhett fell in step at her side, she tucked her arm through his and began to lead him out of the dreary cells and into the even more dreary rain. But soon they were in the comfort and luxury of her beloved Rolls.

“I would very much hope not! It is one of the most charming things about me, after all” Grace treated him to a girlish giggle, waiting for Rhett to fasten his seatbelt before she urged the old engine to life and started down the road to her home. “Indeed, and I am just as surprised as anyone. As is my attention span. But my Keith is still here, and I have recently claimed a young woman who I’ve grown quite fond of. So for the time being, I see no need to leave” She explained, as an elegant shoulder rose and fell in a shrug. “Things are much the same, my love. No better, but no worse either. Except for the theater arts department, which has seen a change for the far better” Ruby lips curved into a coy smile, which she felt would make the change she was referring to fairly obvious.

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As she began to lead him out of the cells and through the campus, Rhett happily followed. The rain was still going but not even that would damper his mood. How could it? He was around one of his favorite people that he had met while at the school. She had been such a driving force in his life when he was there. She always kept an eye on him, in a round about way, which was very kind of her. Grace was a good egg.

He wasn't much of a car guy but he did know that this car she had was nice so he tried his best to be kind to it as he hopped in and buckled up. His blue eyes shifted towards her as she spoke, a smile immediately crossing his lips, "Shit, that's great to hear. I'm happy for you." He said, nodding. She deserved all that good stuff and more, honestly. Right as Rhett turned to look out the window, she mentioned the theater arts and he turned back towards her, noting the expression on her face, "Noooo." He said, his excitement gearing up, "Really?! Grace, that's fucking ace! Congratulations! How do you like it?! Have you thrown any plays yet?"

Tap tap |Tamara + Rhett |

Tamara had her books in her arms. She was on her way out of school and she was casually thinking about the way to fill her afternoon. What to do? So many things to choose from. Imagining maybe to go home and get her camera to capture some Christmas spirit around the island, she spotted with the corner of her eyes… a guitar. She stopped. Someone with a guitar… and he was drawing. Tamara hugged her books even closer. She swallowed hard and she took all of her courage and she tapped on his shoulder. “Oh no not at all.” She said, giving him a great smile. “I was just… c-curious. What are you d-drawing, if I may ask?”

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"Oh, shit." He said with a laugh and looked down to his sketchbook, "Nothing worthwhile, honestly." Rhett often found himself sketching random people that walked by. A while back, a tall guy with a leather jacket had wandered by and he thought that was pretty cool so he decided to sketch it, "It's honestly just some guy." He lifted up the notebook to show her. For it being a sketch, it was wonderfully detailed and filled with little nuances of the world surrounding the gentleman in the photo, "I get kinda carried away when I'm left to my own devices." Rhett admitted with a laugh.

“Ah no doubt that I would. But I’m Irish, I don’t age. I just become more distinguished” Ciaran teased back. Of course, being what he was, he had centuries before he had to worry about…distinguishing. Not like humans, which was why the changes in Rhett’s still very youthful face worried him. “Fuck darlin’ I know ya would have. Who wouldn’t. But for what it’s worth I’m still just as happy to see ya” A sweet kiss was pressed to Rhett’s forehead, and then the joking fully commenced as he ruffled up those blonde locks good.

“What can I get ya? On the house of course” Ciaran offered, his hearty laugh filling the space at Rhett’s tease. “Um excuse you, I showered after my morning run. My arse be smellin’ like a red of roses” He retorted, his accent comically exaggerated.

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Rhett couldn't help but laugh as Ciaran placed a kiss to his forehead, shaking it afterwards, "I'm happy to see you too, mate. Really." Rhett honestly would have checked in with him but when he didn't remember anything after he left the island, he obviously couldn't. It was sad really. He had a lot of friends that probably thought that he didn't want anything to do with them anymore. But it was far from that. He needed his friends more than ever after he left.

Another grin crossed his features as they bantered with each other. Ciaran was always great for that. "Ohh, nothing fancy. Just a Guiness is good with me." He liked the taste of home. As he waited for his drink, he leaned back, holding onto the bar as he did so before he sat back up, "What the fuck have you been up to since I've been gone?" He asked, truly curious, "Getting into trouble?"

Most days, Rhett was left alone at the school. Was it a good thing? Eh, depends on the day. Being a musician, he liked to have some attention. But not a lot. Not bad attention either. Sitting outside with his guitar laid out in front of him and his drawing pad in his hand, he felt someone tap his shoulder and his brow quirked. Turning around, he saw an unfamiliar face. But it looked like a nice one, at least. Smiling, he looked up to her, "Hey there. Am I in the way?" He asked, looking around.

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Walking through the campus, his blue eyes shifted around, mostly trying to mind his own business. Rhett wasn't great at that, but he was truly trying. However, when he saw his friend Sage from across the way, he knew he had to go over and bug him. It had been a while. Running across the quad like he was a ninja, Rhett found himself before Sage and wrapped his arms around the pixie's neck before he jumped into his arms, "SAGE!" He exclaimed and grinned wide, "How are you, mate?!"

Kylie blue eyes met his as she heard someone talking to her. “Hey!” she smiled at him. She looked up at the sky as he did so and looked at the stars. “It is. I love that we can see the stars so clearly. There was way too much smug in New York to be able to see them.” Looking at the stars was something she enjoyed to do a lot. She kind of forgot about it when she moved out of the island. She turned her attention to him again. “It’s nice to meet you, Rhett. I’m Kylie.” she smiled. “Were you going somewhere?” she asked noticing the guitar. “I was about to offer you to come and drink with me but I don’t want you to be late or anything.” 

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The Brit smiled, hearing her words, "Kylie, it's a true pleasure." He said with a nod. His eyes shifted a bit when she mentioned his guitar and he chuckled, "Nah, no where to go. Sometimes I just wander around, looking for a place to get inspiration, you know?" He asked, more or less rhetorically, "I'd love a drink." With a bit of a struggle, Rhett hoisted himself over the short fence between them and grinned, "Time saver, you know?" Taking the guitar off from around him, he sat down across from Kylie, "What brings you here tonight?" He asked, his head tilting a bit.

"Hate to say it, probably no one at this point. I'm a guy with a lots of aquaintences but not many friends." He shrugged, "Sure, I have my parents and siblings but we're not close. Not anymore."