#wolfilim

this is the weirdest sentence to ever read. #context

i know he can protect himself but someone needs to protect loupe

God would be very disappointed

@wolfilimAll banged up

It’s hot enough that Loup’s layers have gone from impractical to dangerous, which is why he’s left most of them at home. Which is– fine, even if it leaves his throat a little more open than he’d like. It’s also why he’s leaning over the sink now, shirtless and rinsing cola from his henley. 

Occasionally eating at the Jade Wolf while Luke talks at him about the benefits of being pack bound is an effort to get used to other wolves, and he’ll take being a little damp over ripping someone’s throat out because they startled him any day.

Loup takes a moment to look from the scars on his torso to Luke in the doorway, guarding him from the rest of the pack or the pack from him; and manages something approximating a joking smile in response. 

Siken Starters: (Accepting)

“I’m really sorry, Luke.”

He presses his forehead against the table, even though he’s pretty sure it’s loud enough to be heard through the phone. 

“I lost track of time, and I don’t have any blood here, I ran out and...I didn’t really feel safe going out to get more?”

There was nothing he could say or do that would fix what had happened that night. He was still avoid Alec and at some point he'd have to speak with Magnus, but Luke? That was Clary's father, that was someone who'd known his own parents and had given him some insight into the people he never knew. Facing him wasn't something he was looking forward to but given the fact he was leaving for the Silent City soon Jace knew it had to be done. Especially if something happened and he couldn't return to the New York Institute.

"I wish I could've gotten to Clary in time." I wish I'd just stayed dead at Lake Lyn.

“Oh fer god’s sake.”

Until the knock she hadn’t been entirely sure why the wolf set about rising to the surface, ears forward and hackles bristling in human skin. That alone makes her irritable and the first urge is to shut the door in his face.

Scotty does pride herself on some manners, though. And it’s not like she didn’t sort of tell the pack where she lived, she doesn’t know why she’s surprised.

For a long moment she scowls unhappily at him, then she sighs, shoulders relaxing and gaze falling aside. It sort of takes the heart out of her determined irritation to be consistently rude when someone goes around being polite.

She’s never been the bullying sort, just the suspicious kind.

“Come in,” she pulls open the door and steps back, though she still points warningly in Luke’s direction, counting off. “One, ‘m nae bloody apologizing about the mess-- ye invited yerself over 'ere. Two, dinna touch anythin’ that looks like physics or math or space or-- just, dinna touch things, right? I’ve a system going.”

The system might not make sense to anyone else, but it’s a system, damn it.

Look, he enjoys chaos and disorder as much as the next “person”, but the amount of pointless arguments Roderick is expected to get into is frankly exhausting. Appearances be damned, he’s inclined to lighten his workload where he can, and that means interrupting Luke mid-complaint about his behavior. 

“--You’re right. I was out of line.”