Lone wolf/rescued beta

                          HEADCANON ??/?? : HABITS (at the home addition ) 

           When Amor is home ( take note he lives in the home he and Eli @silentstalk repaired and built up ) he is quiet boisterous in the sense that he isnt as withdrawn as he usually is in public. While he isnt raving mad and loud and crazy, he is more playful and opted to hang out and around other pack members and joke around with them and help them or work with them. 

            One very prominent habit that Amor has is that he will nap on the sofa tucked in Eli’s office space. Its one of the quietest rooms and he finds a lot of peace in there. That and he has such an adoration for literature that he could literally sit in the corner of Eli’s office hoarding books and hissing at Eli when he comes in. Its happened, dont doubt it. 

             He is a snacker. He doesnt appear it and most times you wont catch him actually eating, maybe its because he eats so fast or perhaps its because he literally lurks while snacking. Thats mainly because he doesnt like to share his food, so catch him sitting on banisters or literally sitting on the edge of the roof eating a small ziploc baggie of grapes or something. 

             He’s compulsive about keeping his shoes tidy in his room. Not for the fact that they are expensive, but for the mere fact that when he was younger he didnt have shoes and he prizes them really and appreciates them beyond all belief so he takes very good care of them and doesnt leave them out on the floor or allow them to get stinky or dirty really.

 * Kiss  * Blow a kiss  * Violate  * Kneel down

                       stories are written about breathless moments. where life and action take a step back and for once allow stillness to have a moment of its own, the unimaginable being birthed in those few seconds that last an eternity all on its own. circumstances vary in time when these moments come to pass, where time freezes and the world around quiets and they all look on from a far away plain that shows only the slightest glimpse into someone else’s world – into another’s story. 

                         there is no better motivation than lack of time, the threat itself enough to send an empire spiraling out of line and entering into chaos. these moments are breathless moments, but tinged with horrifying fear and desperation and in the most climatic points in time do they intertwine and breed a new found scene. one that elaborates pass the flimsy shield of meager imagination but the kind that throws itself into the throws of creation and surpasses time itself. 

                         hands smooth the crown of her head, fingertips tracing each and every gentle strand of her dark hair before coming to slink along her demur shoulders. fire bristles at the back of his neck, heat igniting his limbs and glimmering in his ebony gaze. there is a rush, but his limbs move no faster and his mouth may only curl halfway as he admires the gentle look in her gaze. 

                         when was the last time someone gazed at him and appraised him as something soft? something beautiful? where their own attention and eyes are reprimanded to behave softly as if to not damage what they look upon? the answer was never, and if such a look had been given to him it was unknowingly but here she stood in his grasp gazing so sweetly it made his own weighted heart twist in its spot. 

                        the knot jerked in his chest presses him forward, lips coming to meet her own in a brush of skin. tension in his own shoulders seeming to release at the soft breath she lets free before returning his gesture, the feeling of her delicate fingertips climbing up his forearms stirring the hairs along them. raising them each one by one as the nerves in his body frayed, loosening and unraveling before undoing him completely. 

                        time was up. the moment gone and leaving him just as it promised it would, breathless and wild eyed – lips curling to their corners before his tall frame is withdrawing silently and stepping back one foot at a time the familiar plush grass beneath his feet drawing his attention back to the slow moving world around them. he had to leave, and how badly did he wish he didn’t.