Mar 29, 2016
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April pursed her lips to keep from laughing and went up behind John, her hands covering his eyes. “Guess who?”
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@sirjohnwolf liked for a starter
April pursed her lips to keep from laughing and went up behind John, her hands covering his eyes. “Guess who?”
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“Wanna go out sometime?”
"Hmm..” April narrowed her eyes playfully for a moment, a bit of a laugh escaping her before she nodded her head. “That sounds lovely, I’d like that.”
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Colten stared at him and pulled Wolf towards him. Giving an intense pout to the detective. “Don’t make me prove it. … Again.” He smirked and ambled to where he rested with both legs straddling Wolf. He leaned down and retrieved the cigarette from his lips and moved to kiss him. “I’ll say it once, and I’ll say it again. You’re mine.” And with that he tapped the extra ash off the cigarette into the tray nearby and returned it to Wolf’s lips, a small smirk on his expression.
[ 狼 ] — Forward. He wasn't used to that from Colten although he wouldn't say it wasn't a side of him that he didn't like. The Detective's arms snaked around the other's waist, fingers caressing his lower back. "It's a two way street, You know that." It was a mere whisper, his own lips curving at the edges as he leant forward to brush his lips in a chase manner against the base of his throat. "Mine." It was an animalistic gesture, to mark something as 'Yours' but then again he wasn't about to simply relinquish Colten to another either. He'd grown quite fond of him.
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“I’m bored entertain me Puppy.” "Sadly, I'm not your plaything. Entertain yourself elsewhere." They were in the city, there were clubs, bars, malls; surely there was somewhere Cole could entertain himself that didn't include making the detective unnecessarily flustered.
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*BITES HIS EAR* BITES HIM BACK.
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Character Development Meme from Last Night!
20. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why? There are plenty of pompous immortals that have been a thorn in Wolf's side for a while, so perhaps one of them? Despite the fact that some may assume Wolf would want revenge for Rene's murder you'd be wrong. He loathes only himself for the things she had to go through, shouldering the blame entirely on his own. So he doesn't blame Sam, nor the rest of the Pack for what happened, only himself.
21. Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why? - That his child had been born healthy - That Rene had never descended into insanity. - That Chetrah would stop fucking bothering him because she's nothing but a god damn nuisance (For those who don't know Chetrah is an antagonist in Wolf's verse. She's basically there to give him the shits, convincing people to fabricate lies so he'll have to haul his ass around the city looking for a felon/ case that doesn't even exist, she's that kinda bitch.)
23. Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart? Cooking. Most of those who'd interacted with the Fluffy Detective know that his cooking skills are lacking in every possible area. It does however take time to penetrate the walls Wolf's surrounded himself with, after all he's a man who's 'Married' to his job and in a way believes that he doesn't deserve to find happiness after the mistakes he's made.
28. Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets? He regrets not being able to prevent Rene's miscarriage (Despite not being able to do anything about it) and the fact that he couldn't convince his pack to spare her life-- That he couldn't do anything to stop her execution.
30. Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why? Can it be coffee? He already pretty much lives off of the stuff.
The asphalt felt eerily familiar, the sky an ominous expanse of grey with the occasional white smear, the tree's skeletal branches caressing the dew-ridden grass. The detective couldn't bring himself to gaze at the passing tomb-tones, each an intricate memorial dedicated to one who'd passed. He was here for a similar reason. Calloused fingers eased the car to a stop, curling around the door-handle, hesitantly pulling it open and allowing himself out, a bouquet of flowers clasped in the other. It'd been some time since the two of them had talked, so it seemed only right that he'd bring her something in compensation.
"It's been a while, Rene," He murmured, crouching beside a particularly ornate tombstone, brushing a congregation of crisp leaves from the ground before it before settling the flowers there. "It looks like it's going to rain, doesn't it?" Wolf tilted his head up to gaze at the forbidding mass of clouds. "So It'd seem our time together will be cut short today... I hope you like the flowers..." He slowly rose to his feet, dusting himself off. "They are your favourite, aren't they..." He gazed for a long moment at the memorial before tearing himself away from it and beginning the trek back to his car. "I'll come back when the days are more pleasant and tell you about things.. alot’s been going on since we last talked," He rose his hand in farewell.
He was unable to shake the feeling that tightened his chest, cigarette after cigarette lit, inhaled, snuffed out in his ash-tray until the car reeked of them and he had to wind down the window to prevent them fogging up. She'd always loved the rain, so he was certain it'd be a pleasant evening for her but for him, it was a painful memory of how much he'd fucked up and nothing could change the fact that he had.