#borntohunt

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Heath furrowed his brows as he looked over at the creature.

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Heath hugged her back with a smile.

“Of course you can”, he half smiled, then walked over to her, cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly. “How are you feeling today?”

The wait for the boarding call was getting long and frustrating. She had remained at their seats so they weren’t taken by other waiting passengers. Glancing out the terminal window, you could see out onto the tarmac. The snow was falling heavily, workers were doing their best to clear it. Liv always hated being seated for too long, she was desperate to go for a walk.

When Heath arrived back she smiled softly at him, “I don’t mind waiting,” Liv told him, happy she was now able to rest her head on his shoulder. She hadn’t had a proper family Christmas before, even though she wouldn’t be alone this year, it was important to Heath so it was important to her.

“I’ve got snacks in my carry-on, I will assume that you will want some,” her carry-on bag was just under her seat, she hadn’t been too sure if there would be a food court beyond the security gates. “Or we can go get restaurant food? Take out then come sit back here,”

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Heath sighed then rested his head on hers as his thumb stroked the top of her hand.

"Restaurant food sounds nice. Do you want to go and take care of it? You've been sitting for the past two hours. It's not good for you."

The man was annoyed with the crowd and the noises and he was much more restless than usual. He hated the smells, the noise and... well, the people. They were so loud. Too loud. He thought fondly of the times he'd spent in his home with Liv, and also his library-bookshop where people mostly quiet.

But places like this — it wasn't for a moonborn.

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“Just try to guess what’s above us, hon.” Heath tried to wink… it ended up being a blink instead.

[ x ]

He didn't want to properly dress up after his shower. This usually resulted in a semi-dressed state; after working out in the gym in the middle of the night (Liv wasn't on the ship at the time), he decided that a huge shirt he'd made for sleeping for himself would suffice for now.

When he stuffed himself in front of his fridge, he didn't even notice someone was standing behind him until she cleared her throat. He jerked, startled — he rarely could be sneaked up on, and even when that happened, it happened because he was paying attention to, well, eating —, and turned violently her way... with remains of mayo on his moustache and short beard.

"Liv??" He blushed. He wore nothing but that shirt. "Back already??"

[ x ]

He knew she got up and walked out, but he didn't want to move just yet. The bed was too comfy.

Getting up five minutes later, though, he'd found her in the kitchen dressed in what appeared to be one of his grey shirts. He walked after her and hugged her from behind, then hid his face in her neck.

"You're overdressed", he teased lightly.

[X]

Yesterday's transformation had been yet another shaky experience. Heath had been silently standing at the window and stared outside in the dark when he heard her shift in the bed. He didn't turn to look at her; his thougths were outside, wondering over and over again what he possibly did. Did he kill any humans during this last full moon...? Or just animals? The thought didn't let him sleep.

It seemed it didn't let her sleep to feel he wasn't there with her, either. He felt her standing and walking over to him, her bare feet softly slipping on the carpet. Heath hummed. She didn't reply. Just hugged him from behind.