#wererotten

✼ ✼ WUTHERING ✼ ✼ …

— ❝ You have been of such wonderful help to me today, Nate! ❞ Emily beamed ever so BRIGHTLY at the boy ; wishing to reach out & pat his head affectionately, but understanding how CAUTIOUS he still was. ❝ I will make you a tasty dinner as a reward! ❞

The Hungry Varg seemed awfully dull this fine evening. Was it the poor choice of vintage glam rock music? Or maybe the fact that this batch of brandy had such a poor favor? Might’ve been the chance that she just missed the opportunity to leech off the presence of the owner too? Probably a mix of all three, if the Fallen were to be honest with herself. Still, she remained, subtly observing the casualty of interaction between regulars, but even this did not stir her interest too much. At this point, when the second drink was ordered and the third cigarette was burning slowly between her fingers, the woman was actually contemplating calling her chauffeur and maybe returning on a different occasion.

However, that self absorbed train of thought was interrupted when her green gaze caught glimpse of a full head of dark hair peaking up from over the counter. By the time she turned her full attention to it, not even a fraction of second later it retrieved like one of the arcade games of whack-a-mole. It was rather useless though, all she needed was to lean a bit to a side in order to actually see this individual crouching behind the bar.

“...what are you doing there?”

“If you don’t eat it, it’ll just sit there until one of the other boys does.  It’s a little much for me, I usually don’t eat that hearty...I picked it up after Bandit’s bad turn after that moon thing.  Figured he’d want something good, and it’s two of his favorite things.”  She shrugged a little and turned back to the meals she was preparing.

“And I suppose that’s my main...unique trait, I guess.  But I offered to help with pretty much anything.  He saved my hide and didn’t ask for anything in return.  I figured the least I can do is help him out.”  And of course now she was generally motivated by how stressed out Bandit was all the time, taking care of his pack.  “He deserves it.  Not just for what he’s done for me.

She’d seen the boy around.  Never too far from the bar, or Bandit’s side.  He seemed shy, not roughhousing with abandon like the other young wolves.  He hadn’t spoken to her at all...she hadn’t tried to push him.  Just seeing what he wanted.  As far as she knew, this was the closest he’d ever gotten to her.

@wererotten

“Ah…”  Well that wasn’t good.  Poor Nate…he’d probably be more than a little upset finding someone was watching him rather than the typical opposite.  She hadn’t meant to really, but he did look so sweet reading with his kitten, she didn’t have the heart to interrupt him.  He was such a great kid…and sometimes he looked so very young and fragile.  In a lot of ways, he really was.

“I’m afraid you did catch me, Nate, I was watching you.  I’m sorry if it was unpleasant, but I didn’t want to interrupt your book.”  She could probably skip the bit about thinking about how adorable and sweet he looked.  

“I had actually meant to come talk to you, though.  I think I may have figured out a way to teach you to cook a little more…directly than just having you watch me.  After all, I imagine you’d like to be able to make supper for your dad without me having to make it first.  I’ve bought two sets of ingredients this time, and a little extra of each as well so you can taste things as we go.  That way you can practice yourself at the same time, and sort of see how flavors go together.”  She hoped, anyway.  It was entirely possible she was off base and this wouldn’t work or make sense to him…she didn’t know what kind of thought process Nate had, really, she could only make guesses.  It was his own business, after all, she had no right to the knowledge, which was why she didn’t ask Bandit either.  But she…did want to help.  If she could.

whoever was close had her senses on high.

at first she was confused to the sensation running through her body from the silhouette of… a child ? it was stronger than her feral side could handle. causing fur to sprout at her wrist, and nails to sharpen. it was easy to hide thanks to her jacket sleeve. he’s reaction was just as surprising. ❝ uh… it’s okay. it’s okay, really. ❞ her tone was soft despite how relieved she was to his back steps.

                                    why aren’t we roleplaying? ╱  ☾