#briarpara

Watching the now grown little girl he had grown to accept as a sister, he frowned at her approach, not because he was upset with her, but just out of some confusion as she neared him. It was the quiet that came with her presence. He tilted his head, making a face still as he waited for her to do or say something.

Glancing at the box, then to Astrid, he wondered what it was all about. Of course, he was aware of some of these things about his younger sibling. She was the product of Ginevra and some 'angel' of some sort. But really, he didn't know much else, otherwise. When he seemed to finally get her attention, his eyebrows rose at her response to his words.

“Is it?” Briar questioned, still confused about what he was watching right now. Whatever she was doing, he was growing impatient waiting for her to get around to it. A wolflike anger still resided in him, despite his being only half wolf. He liked to bite hands, no matter how generous, wants they grated on him. He was trying to not be so snappy, though. He was doing well. But the more she danced around it he couldn't help but feel like biting her hand. Calming at her question finally though, he grinned “No. I can't say I have.” Leaning toward her and the ring, he sniffed at it, his nose curling “Where did you get that thing? It smells bad.”

Briar had a feeling he was getting somewhere, and so was ultimately enjoying his taunting. Many in this realm seemed to fear wolves greatly. Especially the prey like beings, such as Hare's.  Eying Sean the grin remained on his face.

“Maybe it is too late. But it doesn't make the act less fun. Come on, Sean. Don't you know how to play?” He asked baring his teeth once again, his grin widening for a moment. Dropping it a little then he glanced away, thinking.

Looking to Sean once again, after a moment he shrugged “Should I prove anything to you, little hare?  You seem to hold your judgments of me already. Either I am the Wolf ready to hunt you or, am I an Oyster, little and nothing, to you.” Briar questioned suddenly reaching out for the other, only to gently caress the side of their paled face “Perhaps today,  I can let you live. But tomorrow, I may hunt you down.  Would you meet me again if tomorrow were to be your last day? Or any day after, never knowing when the wolf will come for you? Would we never be friends? I understand, Prey and Predator have a destiny. It is inevitable. My teeth, your neck.”

Sliding a finger along Sean's jawline Briar smirked still, then brought his hand away from the side of their face and tapped it playfully on Sean's nose. Then he pulled his hand away and shrugged “Karma put you in the path of a wolf. You choose to see it as a bad thing, so therefore it is bad Karma. But, see it like this. Are you dead?”  Briar laughed then and rolled his eyes, thinking this was stupid, talking about karma.  Shaking his head then he wiped his hand off on his shirt.

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Briar gave her a look, slightly annoyed by that “I'm not a dummy.” He just had never been a big fan of reading books. Especially big ones.  As she told him that he nod “Oh. Yeah.” With a crooked grin he nods, sure that he must have known this, right?  Thinking about he he squint his eyes for a moment before making a dorky face at her  “Well there is a party going on. So, that kind of helps.” He laughed pointing out of the door, before lifting the glass of wine in his left hand up and sipping from it briefly before continuing into the room “And here you are, all cooped up in your room.”  Moving along he toyed with some of her trinkets and nods “Oh. That sounds like so much fun.” He deadpanned his eyebrows lifting for a moment, eyes widening just as long before he shook his head “Where did you even find that book?”

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

He made a face upon them saying that. Not really sure how to take that comment? When was he ever an idiot, honestly? Briar used to be much more angry. But that was when he was younger, a young wolf who really didn't know where he belonged, in Wonderland. Born to the King of Hearts, and to a wanderer, really didn't bode well for the offspring. But with time, he was able to let go of some of that frustration and was now being called an idiot. He probably should have just stayed an angry wolf. Letting out a sigh, he narrowed his eyes a moment before putting on a smile “And what makes you so sure I'm the idiot here?” Briar then said, crossing his arms under his chest.

In the last couple of years he had gotten into things like becoming a chiropractor, which Wonderland clearly, so desperately, needed. He had upgraded his life past the title of 'That weird kid' that most Wonderlandians had seen him as, running around acting out his wolf side, instead of the human side, like his father. Not that he had been tamed, of course. But he had realized something in these last years, he was needing to tame himself. Or he would lose everyone. Briar grinned, even though it was all still bothersome, dealing with other people. He knew he couldn't be a lone wolf all the time. Especially with his mother still around. She needed him, she was much more a loner than he had been. Forced to stay with his father, for his safety, most of his childhood, with his half siblings, and Ginevra's little girl, who was very much like a little sister to him.

Briar shifted a little bit, tilting his head slightly, his ears twitching a little bit as he listened to the noise around them “Is that all you wanted to say to me-oorr? Was there something more? I was kind of on my way to the race track-” He cut himself off for a moment, his eyes narrowing once more “Everything's okay, right?” He had to ask, since now their comment seemed more like they were buttering him up for a harsh blow. Or maybe he was just overthinking it.

Getting ready for a date with Axel felt weird and nice all at the same time. Axel had been right when he guessed Marcie's typical type of guy, and any person could tell that he didn't exactly fit the stereotype of jock very well. Marceline didn't normally feel attached to anything; when her parents divorced she learned that things didn't last forever, and instead of crying about it, she went on with her life. But when Lee was Axel, she often found herself wishing that things worked out.