#siilverbulleted

“have you seen my boyfriend? he’s this tall, clearly gay but we haven’t had the wedding talk yet.”

Cigarette brought to his lips he took the other in for a moment. Smiling softly before putting one leg over the other. “ Who are you supposed to be? Is this you trying to be...Intimidating?”

Glad to be home after a long year away at boarding school, the youngest Stilinski was looking forward to having the house to herself. That plan was thrown out the window by Bandit coming home early.

“Your spirit called to me.  I wonder why.”

The young viscount had set off for a ride through a more forested part of his estate alone. He often did so. The area wasn’t known for monsters and he’d made certain he could defend himself with the blade at his waist, if he had to--- he felt confident in telling his guards to fuck off and leave him be a while. He didn’t expect, however... a fluffy, mostly white beast. Wolf? Werewolf? It didn’t look like the werewolves he’d encountered before. Clearly, however, his horse wasn’t so happy about it, nearly tossing him at the sight.

A sigh falls from his lips, hands swiping down his face as to rub away some sort of feeling currently. He’s stressed - this evident by his slightly unkept hair, tired eyes and crinkled up clothing that looked as if he might have slept in it. “I’m exhausted,” Beau explains, slumped over some onto the table in front of him so that he may relax his face in his palm with a propped up elbow. “I feel like I haven’t slept in days. These nightmares getting out of control.” 

AHHH do it