#lapetitered

                     IMMORTALITY WAS NOT FULL PROOF, they could grab at her soft flesh and tear at the silks wrapped around her frame. The thick stench of whiskey on their breath fans over her skin, making her stomach twist with disgust. When she cringes they only laugh because the poor Indian girl is scared. They say her nationality like it is an insult and not something to be proud of. They want her to cry, to see her shake with fear and oh, the disappointment they will face. Fear does not come easy to her, the girl in love with the big bad wolf — a man who will tear out her throat or eat her alive.

And yet, when her layers of jewelry is striped away, her eyes close and she resigns herself to this. The attack will leave a mark, a tremble in her hand but she WILL survive. There’s no other choice.

A soft growl echoes down the alleyway and whiskey breath is gone, eyes focused on the looming figure. Esme doesn’t open her eyes, she knows that growl, the sound of his shift. How he found her was another mystery, always managing to seek her out and this time he would save the day. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know what is happening, the sound of flesh being torn away echoes along with the gentle patter of blood.

When it’s still, when there is only two heartbeats left, she opens her eyes. This time her resolve drops, eyes widening in an attempt to hold back tears.In an instant, arms wrap around his shoulders, not caring about the mess he is because she’s a mess and she needs him. Tomorrow she would deny that but for tonight, for just now, she needed him.

          when you’ve been with someone for APPROXIMATELY 600 SOMETHING YEARS you tend to grow a sixth scent, that picks up when they are close, and when they NEED you. the pain of the thought of her being hurt rushed through his bloodstream, his BONES outstretched, jaw DISLOCATING, developing into a VICIOUS fanged mouth, and as he ran, he slowly pushed himself down on all fours. hands and feet now resembled paws. black hair began to SPREAD and cover his entire body. he was now out to kill, his fangs and claws were THIRSTY. 

     THE BIG BAD WOLF HAS COME AGAIN.

          when he saw the sight of HIS woman, being handled as if she was a mere OBJECT only made the situation that they were in a WHOLE lot worse. a low, threatening growl was rumbling from the wolf’s throat, fangs PRESENTED to their next toy. without giving the drunken strangers a chance to run, he POUNCES. Claws ripped through skin, and fangs tore through throats. screams that once filled the empty streets were now silenced. lifeless bodies, laying in pools of blood. as the transformation REVERSED dhaval picked up a piece of cloth that WASN’T drenched in blood, wiping the lower half of his face, cleaning his lips with a SWIPE of his tongue. with torn clothes he stood in front of his LOVE. eyes rapidly scanning her body searching for any sign of arm, though interrupted as she threw her arms around him. STRONG ARMS HELD HER TIGHTLY. reassurance, and comfort is what he could give her. pulling away seconds later to take in her features.

35. romantic kiss

so he’s not an idiot or anything like that. but he’s impulsive. and he acts on instinct, even animal instinct. gabriel has a tendency to make the wrong choice at the right time, but sometimes he makes the right choice at the right time. and this is the latter, at least for him. he’s partial to physical contact, after all. give him an opportunity to not have to speak, and potentially fuck something up, and he’ll take it.

he’s standing outside the back of the greenhouse, hands covered with dirt. like home. makes him think of his fingers digging hard into the dirt, that familiar pain crawling up his spine and through his body. to hurt bad, like a natural disaster, and to get up different and new. better. he is not one of those werewolves that thinks of his affliction as, well - an affliction.

it’s a weird mood after a full moon. a wanting and a calmness. she’s leaning against the wall. he’s been talking about the east coast for a while, and they’ve bee bouncing facts about new york state versus washington state between them for a while. a real, legitimate version of red riding hood just reminds him of cold air and trees for miles.

    “your majesty -- we were not expecting your visit. but welcome to the dutch court. how long will you be staying? will you be attending the charity gala next weekend?”

i’ve seen damage done especially in the indie oc arena where people put a lot of work into their ocs and to see a trend, especially around somethin like a character type or a url type or w/e... .can be super demoralizing to people and those suck

❛     hmm ?       ❜