#monstermarch2020

wow, a second post? what madness is this?

kiiiiinda worried that the tags aren’t working for my first post though...

ah well, least i’m doing this from the laptop today.

still no plan. we’re winging this bad boy.

tags: hoo boy, this took on a life of it’s own. let’s see, angst, misunderstanding, drama, happy ending, no read more, sorry...

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the sounds of music, light chatter, clinking glasses filled the room. the aromas of quality drinks and perfumed bodies were lovely, the furniture comfortable, the mood relaxed. everything one could want in an upper scale jazz club. it was the perfect place to unwind after a long week. and it had been a long week. family drama in the form of your brother’s breakup had managed to make itself the top priority among your pack, and somehow you’d been chosen to shelter the melodramatic refugee. your mother had laid it on thick. ‘he’s your brother. he needs you. you have that big place all to yourself. it’s just for a few days. you spend too much time alone. the company would do you both good.’ you’d snorted at that one. 

‘company’ came in the form of nonstop rants about his ex’s flaws, in the draining of your good whiskey supply, in the absolute takeover of your personal space, and the fraying of your last damn nerve. said runt was sprawled out on your bed right now, passed out drunk. desperately needing space and a good drink, you’d grabbed an uber to your favorite spot that promised both. 

so here you sat, glass in hand, the stress ebbing from your body as your senses were soothed by the expertly crafted ambiance. the gentle melody filled your ears, and as you raised your glass you inhaled deeply, letting the smell of the alcohol fill your nose... and suddenly you were anything but calm. because you also smelled something else, something foreign and new and absolutely enthralling. you’re already on your feet, glass, table and solitude abandoned. god, you need to know what, no, who that smell belongs to. you followed the scent, carefully maneuvering around a waitress as you approached the bar, was it a patron you smelled? a new bartender? here they were. 

“excuse me.” you croaked out, your heart hammering in your chest. the person in front of you shifted slightly. god they smelled amazing.

“yes...?” a light accent, as unfamiliar as their smell. grecian perhaps? your mouth went dry. get it together, man! you cleared your throat and tried to keep your voice even.

“may i buy you a drink?” that was a smart thing to say right? they were here because they wanted a drink, right? oh god, what if they were with someone. “ah, sorry, i should have asked if you’re here with someone.” silence followed. awkward, awkward silence. you cleared your throat and tried again. “uh, are you? here with someone, i mean.”

“...i’m here with my friends.”

“ah. well, you uh, seem to be alone at the moment... perhaps i can keep you company for a while..?” they shifted their stance and sighed, an exasperated sound that made your heart sink.

“...if you’re trying to impress them by being nice to me, you can just stop now. they’re right over there, go flirt with them. leave me out of it.” 

“what?? i- i’m not trying to impress anyone? honest, i- i just want to talk to you.”

“why?” the deadpanned question did not help with your confidence. you sighed, running a hand through your hair. time to be brave.

“honestly? ...you’re beautiful. i want a chance to get to know you. buy you a drink. talk with you. take you out for dinner. will you let me?” harsh silence followed for a long moment. every second that passed was a stab to your soul.

“...you must be stupid if you think i believe that.” they seethed, making to walk away. no no no no!

“but it’s the truth!”

“then you must be blind!”

“i am!” they stopped. you heard them turn towards you.

“what?”

“i’m blind. i always have been.”

“wha-... but,” they faltered, their harsh tone melting away to hesitance. “you said i was beautiful.” you stepped carefully towards them.

“you are.” you reached up and removed your glasses. the soft gasp that left their lips washed over you. you leaned in close enough to feel their breath, letting them get a good look at your face. “i’m a werewolf.” you spoke softly, “and you are the loveliest thing i’ve ever smelled. you’re beautiful to me.” silence followed, but this time it held a different kind of tension. they drew in a shaky breath.

“i... thought you were making fun of me...”

“why?”

“because...” their voice trembled, “i’m a cyclops. no one finds one eye beautiful.”

“better one eye than none, don’t you think?” you lightly joked. elation filled you as they burst into surprised laughter. you chuckled, indulging in their sound, their smell, their everything. “how about it beautiful, give me a chance? i want to know you.”