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@mvnces : staring at them. red hues unblinking and tracking their every movement — a low growl building in his throat every time the other moves the slightest bit in his direction. / silas to whoever might try adopting him

"Леко.. леко, момче." Easy, boy. Angel mutters quietly under his breath.

Face to face with the beast at last, he extends a slow, halting hand to smooth the air between them - gesture meant to signify truce. He's trekked a long and arduous journey to track the poor creature down again. Unarmed this time and bare-knuckle human in form, parlay clear as day in his body language, to amend their terrible first meeting. He's sure the werewolf remembers him - imposing and loud and startled mean from a few days ago when they'd still been monster and pursuer. But that'd been before Angel had seen the camp. The freakshow site. The cages. Silas the Dog Boy.

He's no longer an investigator on the hunt for a roaming abomination. There is none. The haunches are raised, the teeth bared and, though the creature has no fur to stand on end, Angel recognizes a scared animal when he sees one. Recognizes a hurt one all the same... Dog boy? Surely not. He looks at the poor thing and tries to think like a human would. A cruel, thoughtless one. What would amuse its ignorant little mind. Would it look at the deformed muzzle and warped frame and sate itself on the irony, the fittingness of dubbing it 'dog'. Angel hopes not.. but he tries the name on for size anyway.

"Silas?" The venture is quiet and gentle and he steps as close as the growled crescendo allows. Averts his gaze for a second, to evade looking like an animal poised to pounce while he slowly hunkers low to the grass and at last sits. Less large and threatening now, yet unyielding, he presents a commanding shape that seeks not to intimidate. Hands plainly placed on knees, Angel regards him.

"Silas? That your name?"

The voice gentles imploringly like a parent's. By unwitting habit alone. By virtue of facing the smaller figure and, in the terrified eyes, recognizing something raw and painful.

@mvnces asked: ❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

other's observation makes flush come easily to cheeks, and steve's never been more grateful for low lighting as this situation right now. they're stuffed together in a broom closet, while steve tries readily to avoid the crowd that has gathered, preventing him from leaving. the idea is that if they're gone for long enough, the crowd will disperse ― but steve is not used to being this close with anyone, and the fact that riley knows how the proximity is affecting him is embarrassing at best. ❝ is it ? ❞ steve tries to play it off like that's not the case, an obvious bluff when he swallows hard enough to hear, and his heart races that bit more at being found out. it's almost too much, being squashed in this small space with the subject of his affections. ❝ can't help it. the heart does as the heart wants, right ? ❞ an attempt at a distraction.

❝ i'm not gonna lie, man. i'm having a hard time believing that you want me here. ❞ ever since teddy had arrived, the other had been acting uncharacteristically distant, and no matter what teddy tried, he'd been unable to pry anything genuine from other man. ❝ was it something i did ? 'cause i would apologize my ass off if i knew what it was. ❞ tone is sincere, though words are an attempt at lightheartedness. he doesn't know what's going on with his friend, but he'd do just about anything to rectify it, to make things okay again. ❝ tell me, 'nd i'll do it. ❞

@mvnces  asked: ❝ let me see your face. ❞

@mvnces  asked: ❝ i heard you. i just chose to ignore you. ❞

@mvnces  asked: ❝ how’d you find me? ❞

@mvnces // the tortured poet's department [ taylor swift ]

@mvnces  asked: ❛  i had a lot of dreams about you recently.  ❜