#ofhowlingwaves

Laura squinted at the wolf, trying to place where she knew him from, her memory still a bit spotty from dying and waking back up from being dead.

"You're....Morgan, right?"

✗  Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

Peter dragged the Australian werewolf over to him before carrying him off like a princess to the walk in bathroom. There he already had a steaming bath for them fixed up with a few scented bath salts. The older wolf climbed into the large tub and sat down with Morgan between his legs, pulling the young make flush against him.

⤹ MORGAN ( @ofhowlingwaves ) finds Lincoln attractive.

❛  Hope  ‘erek  don’t  mind  me  sayin’  I  think  y’attractive  to.  Hale  picked  the  best  in  d’litter.  ❜

Elijah Mikealson would never require a pair of reading glasses, he was perfection incarnate for the remainder of eternity, and almost vain enough to appreciate that. Yet, there were times when he felt they might be of comfort. Like a man in a film after reading something so horrendous he reaches up and, just for a moment, removes his ability to see the world clearly. A natural space in which to breathe and recover.

The rumors had been substantiated, a doppelganger sighting had been confirmed and worse - His brother was on the move after decades of hiding. The Original dropped to correspondence to his desk. No not his desk, just one he was borrowing, at the house of a new but already dear friend. A house that was not equipped with a liquor table in the corner of each and every room, with good reason though, perhaps that wouldn't have been the safest place to raise a child otherwise.

A few moments later he was rummaging in the cabinet above the fridge in the small kitchen, hand emerging with half a bottle of Kraken spiced rum. Elijah wasn't paying close attention to the sounds of the house, but assumed he was the only one awake at this hour.