semi-hiatus until 8/5

    “Well….” At least if he helped aid her wound, she wouldn’t have to come home and have a flustered brother try to patch her up. She nonchalantly fingers the red scrape across her brow and subtly nods. “If you insist. I guess I should get this fixed before it gets infected, huh?”

    She’d always been wandering; lost and desperately searching for an answer that seemed just too far out of reach. Now, Bianca finally had what she wanted – the chance meeting someone else of her KIND. Someone to understand her, someone to help her with the pain, and maybe even learn to forget what it felt like to be so isolated. Large, blue eyes frothed with wonder as she looked up at the man with all the answers. The only person who had ever wanted to help her when so many had turned their backs to run in fear. As his rough fingers reached up to brush at her skin, Bianca submissively craned her head into his touch. Giving into the wolf, giving into the beast that made people LEAVE her. Bianca couldn’t ever imagine doing that before, but as he held her close, how could she ever dream of doing anything else? “No one’s wanted to help before,” within her stammer a mix of confusion rang through. A wolf? Now she sounded nothing more than a puppy just looking for a home. “I’ll go with you.” How could she ever dream of doing anything else?

“It’s not like I ever called you dog, Mr. ‘I’ll keep everything to myself just in case.’” She said mockingly, taking a few steps away from him and the death stare he’d probably give her. “So, they’re strong? So am I. Evil? Don’t even get me started with that one. You’re talking with someone who spent a long time down in Hell—you’re talking with a fucking murderer, for jesus goddamn sake.” And that vocabulary alone would send her back downstairs. Or so would say her mother. “Some freaking wolves, I can deal with. I’m a little bit stronger than I seem to be.”

     The fact that he wasn’t pushing her away right away was a good sign, wasn’t it?  Her thumb caressed his cheek, wanting so bad to get rid of the tension between them. If she could go back in time, then she wouldn’t have gone to the party at all. Things had been going so well between them but she shouldn’t have put enough trust in herself to think that she wouldn’t be tempted to fall back into her old ways - not even for a moment. “Dylan-” she started, voice weak, but she was cut off as he pushed her hand away. She cringed as he raised his voice - not because she was scared of him, she was scared of losing him. Sierra watched as the tears flowed down his cheeks, her heart aching because she wanted to reach out for him again. “I - I know,” her voice cracked, her eyes burning as she took another careful step towards him. “I did it because I’m an idiot,” she cried, swallowing, “I just… I got scared, Dylan. And I know that’s not an excuse, but - fuck, I’m toxic. That’s what everyone says and it’s true.” At this point, there was a steady flow of tears running down her cheeks, and she could barely get the words out - “I fucked up. I got scared because I realized how much I needed you - and I’ve never, ever needed anyone - and I thought… I thought that if I just let it happen then I could prove that I didn’t need you - but then I realized that I can’t handle losing you…” She was sobbing at this point, “I’m not her, I swear. I would never… I just want you, that’s it.” 

“Well, someone wise told me if what you’re doing now isn’t working for you, you gotta do something else. Someone else told me you can’t make an addict quit until he’s ready. Probably the same type of person that says you can’t help someone who won’t help themselves. I guess that’s why nothing changes.”

“Yeah, I’ve got insomnia. Something similar, I guess. Also, I gotta keep awake sometimes if I’m working or whatever. So I get used to be awake a lot. Then if I ever find a bed or couch where I can get a proper night’s sleep alone then I just take the tranqs so I can catch up on my rest.”

        Boy, this guy talks a lot. “Yeah, you’re right. I mean, those people are         right. You can’t help someone that doesn’t want it, is the moral of this         conversation, I suppose. Why are you mentioning this? Do you not         want to be helped? Is that why you’re telling me? Because, hey, I         won’t help you if you don’t want to and, honestly, I probably won’t help         you if you do want it.” Don’t lie, you would.

             the femme feels a little bad at this point, she completely forgets about his disorder at times, and the last thing she wants to be is inconsiderate. ❝ this isn’t… ❞ she starts, before taking a deep breath and exhaling something of a defeated sigh. ❝ this isn’t about that. could you just clean up around here, please ?? ❞

      ❝Well it’s good for you that we’re near by the best burger joint in the state. Happy! To Joe’s diner please.❞ The driver nodded and signaled a lane switch, which with traffic could take a little while. ❝So… Dylan was it? What brings you to need the company of Tony Stark today?❞

Her brow kinks up, but she has the same nudge of competitiveness in her, especially when it came to her body. She was proud of the way it looks ( besides the rare occasion where she ate enough candy to poke her stomach out too far ) but she ran on a weekly basis, both shifted and for fun. But she wasn’t resigned to the fact he thought that he had the best body out of the both of them ( though she might have agreed ) so instead of saying anything she tugs off the soft pink top she had on and drops it to the ground. Revealing the sports bra she was wearing and her toned stomach. “ Think what you want, but we know who the winner is.. “ She replies with a satisfied grin, continuing to scrub the top of the car and kinking a brow up. “ Well it’s a pretty name for a dirty car but I guess we can agree that it’s better than Helga. But your car racing stuff sounds fun. Once I went ninety five on the road. But uh… yeah it didn’t end up being fun ‘cause I got pulled over. Thankfully he was very cute and very erm…. forgiving. “ After a pause she can feel her cheeks flush softly. “ But either way fast cars are cool, and s’nice to meet you Dylan. “ 

oh, isn’t he a cocky one? she hadn’t even realized that a grin formed. now that it was mentioned, of course she took notice. she stops it, for the simple fact that she didn’t want his ego to grow even more. ❛ no, i’m used to it. ❜ it’s then that she realizes that he might question her. after all, someone saying they’re used to blood is a bit of an odd statement. she has to make an additional statement. ❛ i mean, i do something like that too. i get it. ❜ her jaw pops out of place forming a terrible underbite similar to that of a piranha all whilst legs conjoin in a grotesque manner. not to mention the scales, oh how those scales hurt & formed like boils on the skin. he doesn’t need the details, does he? she watches him, watching as he ran in search of his clothes. truthfully, she’d much prefer it if he kept the clothes off. it’s cold though so it makes sense that he wants to find his clothes. wet, brown hair is pulled beyond her back beyond her ear as she debates his question. ❛ i don’t know. i didn’t really have a plan. ❜ honestly, she didn’t expect him to stay around without her trying to persuade him. this is going easier than she had expected. 

     Shit. At this point, Sierra wasn’t sure if it was the universe that got the blame for being against them, or herself. The epitome of self-destruction; she never meant to fuck up her relationships - and yet, she always found a way. “No. Dylan… Please. Please just - just let me explain.” The brunette was shaking, terrified that this was going to be the end of them. “Things are better, I promise. I’m better.” She was less selfish now, wasn’t she? All her life, she’d been putting herself first, only relying on herself and pushing everyone to the point of no return. But she’d managed to keep him. Until now. She stepped closer, a hand going to his cheek, hoping he wouldn’t push her away. “I didn’t sleep with him, I swear. Whoever told you - they got it wrong, Dylan.” She swallowed, looking down as she let out a soft breath, tears forming in her eyes. “We… we kissed. He kissed me, I kissed back for like, fuck - point five of a second, but that’s it. I pushed him away. I was drunk. I swear that it didn’t mean a thing.”