#gmanorstarter

The stars looked pretty tonight, he could recall the way they dotted the black sheet that hung the moon he howled to - even when he closed his eyes. High on indica and happily blissed, the werewolf reopened his eyes to see the pretty glistening patterns were now obscured by a face he could not yet make out. “Budge out of the way will ye.” Logan lifted his hand to lazily wave the other out of his line of sight. “M’avin a moment.”

"I’m not doing anything wrong. Someone gave me this cigarette fair and square, and I’m going to finish it. That okay with you?”

Fionn kept a small garden outside the flower shop he worked out; it was just a small strip of dirt in front of the storefront, hardly noticeable in the hubbub of the town square. Only a few people noticed it when they were entering the store and most of those did so because they’d caught him in it, on his knees with dirt up to his elbows and his weeded and re-planted for the nth time. Just like now. The selkie yanked at a weed, tossing it aside and wiping his brow. He glanced up, blinking when he realized that there was someone in close proximity. “Can I, er, help you?”

“You know, I studied medicine for a year and I still can barely get a splinter out,” the dark-haired man grouched as was slipping his sock back on, sitting on a bench with a pair of tweezers next to him. He was half-talking to himself and half-talking to the person nearby. “Good thing I can handle a little pain, eh?” Priam joked, glancing up.

Jasper brought a hand up to his face, where his nose had been broken from the hit. “I tried to warn you!” He said, frustrated with the person who had been upset with him over something he couldn’t control.