#threads: ryan

“What do you mean ‘that look on my face,’” He asks, hitching his voice up at the part of what she’d said so as to sound more like her. He narrows his eyes on her, pointing defiantly at his face. “This is how my face always looks Adelaide-- I think you’re just a royal pain in the ass...how about that?” He challenges, pointing at the ground.

She’d almost forgotten the reason she’d kept Ryan from meeting Caroline before he needed to. She’d been in Caroline’s head, and even if she hadn’t-- her friend had expressly told her about certain pieces of her past. She figured they couldn’t keep doing the avoidance dance any longer so she’d dragged Caroline to Bobby’s and insisted she meet the friend Emma had told her looked like the vampire from her past.

Ryan sits in the chair adjacent to the couch, his eyes shifting between the two women occupying it. Admittedly, he’s a little concerned about the blonde. She seems as if she’s going to be sick and he has to wonder just how bad this doppelganger of his is. “Maybe-- we should...try this some other time.” He suggests cautiously to Emma, his eyes sticking to Caroline.

‘Care, it’s okay, he’s not him-- if you don’t want to do this I get it. But I needed you to know that he existed.’ Emma pushes gently into Caroline’s mind.

The wolf has his guard up-- but then, how could he not? This was his home, and strangers didn’t often find it without being told of its existence. He’s more than a little protective of its inhabitants-- not the least of which is his own mate. Still, he offers a vibrant smile to the other as his voice extends to them cordially. “What brings you to these parts?” He leans over the hardwood of the bar he stands behind in the quiet tavern, never letting on his apprehensions.

He smiles at her warmly, a glint of mischief in his eyes. He knows more of her than he lets on, but isn’t so careless as to call that to attention just yet. His gift with telepathy and empathy had grown much stronger over the last six months-- he supposes because of his newly found purpose-- whatever that may be.

He knows that she isn’t from around here, nor does she know of the shadow war that rages for his own kind. She’s special. Like him. Though her species is something different.

Somehow, he’s managed to talk her ear off for the better part of the last half an hour with his usual goodness and charm. He wants to share his secret with her-- but fears scaring her away-- that which, he simply cannot have. But then, magic wasn’t such a secret-- any non-magic folk knew of its existence.

Still, the longer he speaks with her, the more he seeks friendship. He nods as they continue talking, leaning toward her. “Believe me-- this city in particular has far more-- character than those passing through would notice at first glance.”

“Ah c’mon that ain’t even fair! The level of disrespect.”