#silentstalk

the gun is dropped, and her hands are up. wary eyes watch the other, waiting for signs of violence. ( werewolves. she can barely believe it. demons are one things, but this is something new entirely. ) blades hide in every fold of her clothes, ready to spring to action if she needs to defend herself. however, adelaide’s not sure that she’ll need to. cautiously, her eyes lock on that of who she presumes to be the leader.

there was only one other time that eli had been this SHAKEN, but the next words out of his mouth were NOT something she was PREPARED to hear. so, she goes to him, arms open as she slots herself between his legs as slender fingers grip his face. ❛ eli, LOOK AT ME, ❜ she speaks firmly, waiting until his eyes are on hers. ❛ are you SURE, that’s what you saw? ❜ of course, he was, or else he WOULDN’T look like that, but she HAD to check. ❛ ok... ok... we’ll figure this out. TOGETHER, ALRIGHT? ❜ no one else needed to know, at least... not yet. not until his reactions were more muted. fae pulled him into her chest as she stroked down his back, trying to soothe him some more.

        the  wolf’s  skin  feels  as  if  it’s  crawling,    beyond  used  to  the  comforts  of  her  hometown  of  lafayette.    the  move  was  a  lot  harder  than  she  expected,   but  with  him  being  here  it  made  it   a  bit  easier.    walking  the  busy  streets  of  nola  helps  keep  her  mind  off  of  missing  the  place  which  aged  along  with  her.     pads  of  her  digits  gently  graze  against  flowers  as  she  passed  them,   beauty  seeming  to  fill  the  streets  yet  she  didn’t  feel  like  she  was  appreciating  it  like  she  used  to.   gaze  would  naturally  drift  over  to  the  alpha,   forcing  a  soft  smile  onto  her  lips.   ❛    it’s  gorgeous here..   ❜    

breathing    is    ragged.                rough.                     lips    peeling    back    instinctually    to    reveal    pointed    fangs     as    the    iron    tang    of    his    blood    slides    down    her    throat.           she    moans    slightly.            strong    grasp    still    within    her    hair          &          keeping    jaws    from     reaching    forth    without    regard    for    his    safety.                smell          ,            &        sight    still    making  it    impossible    for    kat    to    control    her    physical    state.              on    the    verge    of    attack.           eyes    flickering    about    his    mostly    unreadable    visage. truly    an    accident          ────           though    she    doubts    he’ll   care.             perhaps    he’ll    see    this    as    arrogance           ,              or    an    attempt    to    toy    with    his    emotions   in    spite    of    what    she    really    wanted    out    of   such    an            honest            experience.             love.             affection.            his    attention.  god    you    taste    good.               words    on   the    tip    of    her    tongue...                  though    surprisingly   filtered    for    his    benefit.             for    while    the   incident     worked    to    fuel    her    desire        ,          she assumed    it    could    only    dampened    his.             so    instead   she’d    leave    up    to    him    to    release    her    or   allow    her    to    taste    him    as    he    pleased.            tonguing    the    left    of    her    aching    fangs    with    a   series    of    gentle    whimpers.             eyes    apologetic.   

what an ACTUAL RUDE ASS

it’s probably because she’s never had kids of her OWN, because the ONE PERSON she WOULD have liked to have bared their child, was quite literally ripped out of her life, that fae fulfills her NEED to be a MOTHER, by watching over the pack. that, and she was the OLDEST were in the pack, so that job kind of just fell on her shoulders. still, she liked that their alpha ACTUALLY LISTENED to what she had to say. her house practically had a REVOLVING DOOR, considering how many weres came in and out, so it WASN’T that much of a surprise when eli found his way to her kitchen.

most of their communication was NONVERBAL, simply because all they had to do was shoot one another a LOOK and they knew what the other was thinking. which is why she didn’t take offense to him talking about her tea, he wouldn’t ACTUALLY drink it if he didn’t WANT to and they BOTH knew that. shaking her head, she laughs lightly, hand stirring the pot of gumbo, making sure that nothing sticks and has a chance to burn. ❛ you keep saying that... but, i DON’T see you REFUSING to drink it, ❜ she answers with a hum.

shaking her head, fae puts the lid back on the gumbo, just a few more minutes and it’ll be ready. ❛ the newbies can’t process the sugar of the soda, so, i DON’T keep it around to tempt them. they’re still trying to figure out their bodies, don’t wanna mess up their system with something like THAT, ❜ she says with distaste. then again, she’d never really been a FAN of soda, so she shrugs and lifts her own mug to her lips to take a sip. ❛ ------ you look like you’ve been burning the candle at BOTH ENDS, eli. what’s going on? ❜

[ ♛ ] send me a url ‹ @selfexiling  ╱ @silentstalk › and i'll tell you the following:

my opinion on;

character in general:valks is by far, one of my favorite marvel women. she owns who she is and i’m glad, that by the end of the movie, she’s settled this internal war within herself. she’s a bicon that’s just absolutely amazing and inspiring.

eli’s just one of those muses that you love to see their man-pain. he’s just trying to do what’s right for his pack, even if he’s quick to be violent. and there are so many layers to him, that it’s hard to put him in a box, which is something that i absolutely love about him. how they play them: outside of my wife, your rendition of valks is my fav. because you show all the sides of her and there’s so much strength in her character and your words for her. i’m just, completely astounded by the way you write her. &+ honestly, we’re always so amused by eli and how he’s surrounded by these strong women, but he doesn’t come of patronizing. when it’d be so easy for him to be.the mun: mel! sweetness! dear, you’re just so damn easy to talk to and i love that so much. having first found you on my thor and now on my multi, i definitely want to say thank you for being so patient with me and the puppy. && it’ll never not amuse me how quickly we fell into a ship with them. the longer i’ve known you and the more we’ve talked, the more i’ve come to appreciate you <3

do i;

follow them: without a doubtrp with them: mhmm~want to rp with them: always! absolutely, always~!ship their character with mine: zutara is life, even though that blog wasn’t listed. but, definitely valks and m’baku & eh, with eli and fae? they’re mostly the “married” friends that never actually get together. ( or maybe it just happens one night and that’s it? )

what is my;

overall opinion: both of these accounts listed, and all of her accounts in general are just so damn amazing. i’d literally follow her into any fandom, tbh, cause writing with mel just makes you feel good inside. so, do the thing! &+ also, join our pack to experience more pack mom and dad shenanigans!

❝   and yet, I don’t exactly see you releasing the arrow. if you’re going to kill me, at least spare me the THEATRICS of it all.   ❞

even in this forsaken world, one that has come to what he assumes can only mean the end, hunters are the bane of his existence. and as he faces one down now, he’s reminded of how he misses the world before the dead began to walk. at least then, he could find shelter and avoid her kind. here and now? shelter is but a myth these days. no matter where one turns, the dead rise, the hunters kill, and the preternatural are dying out just as quickly as their inferiors.

❝   get on with it, SUPERIOR one.   ❞ death by the hand of a hunter seems like a bittersweet mercy. one he’s hoping for.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a pack animal?” Even at the end of the world, she couldn’t resist the demeaning term. “Where’s the rest of your pack, hm? Or are you all alone?”

She was alone, too, but shouldn’t there be more of him? Max didn’t need to be snuck up on and eaten. Still, she didn’t look away from the wolf at the end of her arrow, not about to let him get away so easily. Not that he was even trying to get away. Interesting. Did he seem a little...eager? That just wouldn’t do. Where was the fun, the sport, in a mercy kill of a monster?