#ofhickory

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

Nights always had a way of seeming surreal. Like he was an extra on a sitcom, just waiting for the actual characters to stop by and say a clever line, do something funny. Day and night were two different realities, and he was never able to decide if he was lucky to be able to experience them both, or incredibly unfortunate. The closest he ever came to making that decision depended on who he had to bring into the station, if anyone. 

It was always a little disappointing when his nights didn’t live up to their typical strangeness. Nights like this one, when all he had to entertain him was a free piece of pie from the gal behind the counter, and the crossword puzzle he was working on while listening to the radio chatter. 

Nobody came around the Ugly Mug this late, when it was too late for coffee and too early for them to close up shop. And yet, it was just Sam and one of the Park twins taking up space.  He wasn’t sure which twin it was, not because they looked similar, but because he always seemed to get the names mixed up, even when he thought he had it down.

Sam followed the tip of his pencil down the list of remaining questions he’d yet to fill in the puzzle with their answers, stopping on one he’d been struggling with from the start. 

“Mimicks Nicki Minaj,” he said out loud, mainly to himself, but looked up at the Park boy.  “Who do you figure that is?” 

She had slipped out before Sam woke up – had untangled herself with gentle precision, and if she’d smiled as she watched him frown in his sleep at her absence, it was nobody’s business but her own.

Blackrock was silent, save for her boots crunching snow underfoot.  Blackrock was cold, her breath shaping itself into white clouds. Blackrock was caught in a blue hour, painted in shades of ice as it dreamt.

In contrast, she was restless. It didn’t matter how many years passed; in fall, something burrowed itself deep inside her chest, and in winter, it began to howl. Come spring, it would claw its way out, and she would chase after it, into the mountains. And so she walked. Studied the houses. Ignored the thing in her chest that only ever thought of summer. Relished the way she had the world to herself, safe and alone.

She could bypass the square, but she didn’t, and there he was. Like clockwork. The only other person alive.

“Hey,” she said.

[ 📱 — sms ] who is this?

[ text → THE PRETTY PARK ] feral bitch. your dad bought me a phone. there’s no fruits in your fucking frat kitchen. buy me some.

[ text → THE PRETTY PARK ] i die of malnutrition here i’m fucking blaming you

[ 📱 — sms ] i thought you didn’t want to talk to me  

[ text → THE PRETTY PARK ] shit did i say that? mustve mistaken you for your clone

[ 📱 — sms ] do you need me to pick you up?

[ to ➞ fucktart twin ] What the fuck happened?

[ to ➞ fucktart twin ] I’m working. Ask someone else. 

[ 📱 — sms ] please answer me. ( RE: THE BOYS SEE THEIR MOM AGAIN. )[ to ➞ noah ] Why? [ to ➞ noah ] What more is there to talk about? [ to ➞ noah ] You saw her – she was happy This whole time I thought she left us because she had to and – [ to ➞ noah ] There’s nothing more to this, Noah. She never wanted us. [ 📱 — sms ] i might have made a mistake. ( RE: NOAH’S BITE. )[ to ➞ noah ] At least you admit it now. [ to ➞ noah ] Because this was your mistake. Not mine. [ to ➞ noah ] You can blame me for it but you had a choice. [ to ➞ noah; delayed ] There’s painkillers in my bag. It helps with the fevers after transforming back. [ to ➞ noah ] But feel free to suffer through it.  

[panic] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

Raine was expected to a certain degree to look after the new additions to their small pack, especially if those new people were unfamiliar with Blackrock itself. But at some points they weren’t sure if they were even fit to walk around the place, most of them unfamiliar with humans, some of them raging and wild like they were still wolves even if they were in their human form. 

It was odd to be responsible for these creatures. The responsibility itself wasn’t, they had experience in that field after their sibling left and they were supposed to take care of his parents. It was the fact that for once in their life, Raine had more knowledge of something than others. Blackrock was their home, their familiar place, and thus they were most experienced in the finer manners of living in it. 

Those that fell under their protection did not. And it wasn’t much a surprise when Noah - who Raine had known from an instance in their past and had yet to figure out whether they could or could not trust him -  got into a fight with some dumb-asses in their neighborhood. There was a stigma towards the people in the pack house, as if they were some type of cult. And Raine had no problems with ignoring people’s stares and comments, it seemed to be a curse forever following them anyway. 

Raine took long strides towards the commotion after parking their car just a few meters away near the house. Shouts were loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood, and they wondered why Noah was facing off against some loud-mouthed idiots in the first place. But there he was, standing on the sidewalk where four large idiots faced him, pointing fingers, throwing insults. Raine was more worried for their lives than for Noah’s at this point, because the closer they got, the clearer the tension was spreading between the young wolf and the assholes. 

As they reached the group, they noticed a couple of books laying on the ground. Guessing that the commotion had started surrounding those. 

“Okay, okay, that’s enough!” they felt like they were repeating themselves in these kind of situations. Or playing to be someone they were not, because if it was them in a fight, they wouldn’t choose the high road. 

They settled themself between Noah and the group.

One of the idiots laughed. “What, you come to protect the pup?” he asked, he was a large man of about thirty, older than the both of them, but also the oldest of the group, the rest were about twenty-five. 

Raine scoffed. Technically he came to protect them from the wolf. But hey, whatever floated their boat. “Yeah, sure, how about we all leave it at that, and just go our separate ways?” 

They could feel Noah at their back not wanting to settle down either. Just as much as the four in front of them eyed him hungrily. 

Technically Raine would’ve loved to beat their asses, but Diego would not appreciate such violence, even if it was to protect one of their own. 

“The kid’s got to apologize first,” the oldest said. 

Yeah, as if that was going to happen. “From the look of it, you should be apologizing to him, at least, I don’t suppose these are your books?” 

Noah was still at their back, but Raine could guess his eyes also fell on the books. 

“They’re his,” the man admitted. 

“Good, no apologizing then.” Raine bent down and picked up the books, the idiots looked on a little confused, but also wary. Then they stood, offered the four a satisfied smile, turned, and pushed the books into Noah’s arms. They grabbed the other around the shoulders and dragged him away. “Now, keep walking and don’t say a word. Get into my car and we’ll drive off somewhere they can’t find us. They’re idiots, but Diego’s gonna skin us both if we start a fight,” Raine whispered harshly. 

The four behind them got over their confusion, and the front one yelled. “Hey! Get back here, you haven’t apologized!” 

Raine walked quicker, pushing Noah out in front of them. They unlocked the car door just as the four went into pursuit. They got in, started the car, locked Noah’s side of the door with a swift movement, put it in reverse, and drove backwards as the four idiots ran after the car. They wondered why they hadn’t given up yet, luckily, a motorized vehicle was much faster than some idiots with beer bellies. 

So when the distance was good enough, Raine allowed for the car to swerve and turned it quickly before driving off. 

after sex she loves to either take a bath or curl up wearing her partner’s shirt because she’s a packrat who enjoys ig being “claimed.” she likes knowing she’s someone’s and drifting off next to them.

clover is very into those erotic audios on reddit and listens to them all the time to jerk off. she also owns a vibrator,,,, or two