irish wolf

chancing it, jonah didn’t move as the alpha got closer, finding it rather amazing to have made him so.. nervous? he wasn’t sure that was the right word for it, but it was a beautiful sight to see as the other spoke. “mm, alright, then next time.” he said, not questioning if he’d see him again, he’d definitely make the effort to seek him out. though he’d really like to hang out with him some more, soon, sooner than later. “i’ll tell you, my expectations might be a little high. i’m excited to see what you come up with.” his teeth grazed his lower lip gently, already anticipating this poem and the writer.

jonah hadn’t realized that he’d been releasing his scent so strongly during his little speech. he didn’t mean to, but when he went off on a tangent things did tend to get away from him. it seemed that what he said had worked as he soon could smell the others scent. it was strong, and it caught his attention immediately, he couldn’t help but enjoy it, either. “really?” he asked, a smooth smirk now rising gently onto his lips. “i’d like to see that.” now he was curious, wondering just what words he’d use to describe it. “or, well, read it.

“I just feel like there has to be something wrong with someone who wants to be a clown. I mean not all of them will be John Wayne Gacy but still, it’s weird.” Maybe Theo was bias, he wasn’t exactly scared of clowns, but he sure didn’t like them. “I get to see them in person. I got a call yesterday from a woman at one of the stores down town, so I go and check it out right? Turns out this woman was pissed off that their was no customer washroom, and was claiming it was illegal; which it was not. Some people are so entitled I swear, those are real life horror stories.” 

“that is a good question, i guess you’d have to research it until you can tell the difference.” he shrugged, “or something. fact checking is pretty important, and the library hasn’t failed me yet.” there was his ever so professional advice on something he really wasn’t equipped to give out. he was trying his best to be helpful, even if it meant silly advice like that. jonah sat there and listened, really hearing the pain he was feeling in the words he spoke. he could understand, maybe not on the same level, but he knew what loss was like. he felt that pain every day, despite his best efforts to forget about it. “i see, you know what? you’re a great writer. hell, king himself keeps most of his stories in maine! i don’t see why you couldn’t do the same thing. he’s incredibly successful, too. i don’t have any doubts that your stories will ever be boring.” he’d leaned forward as he spoke, not realizing it until after he’d said what he had to say. bringing himself back to rest his back against the chair. “i just… i think if you are really passionate it’ll come through in your works. people love your stories, coming from a fan myself, i don’t believe i’d ever get bored.” he sighed, “that’s just my opinion, which doesn’t mean a whole lot.”

“i guess that’s fair.” he wasn’t expecting much, but he couldn’t deny that he’d been just a bit curious. he wasn’t even sure he’d be writing again, sure enough he was. “i see, i can see how that’d be. you grew up there, presumably, that was the place you spent the most in. it’s easy to use what you know most.” it made sense to him, and if he’d been a writer he probably would use his knowledge of where he lived now to dictate the settings of his stories. though it seemed the other was trying to break from his normal, try something new. “i admit. i’m not too knowledgeable about these things. i know there’s got to be a lot of inspiration to be had here in the states. there’s a lot of different cultures here, any of ‘em could be useful.” if that was what he wanted. jonah didn’t know, he was just offering the best he knew. he’d probably have a better time at the library, where they’d be able to help. “maybe, do you feel like that’s where you want to go? are you being pulled away from those myths?”

“yeah, i’ll just have to keep one in my bag for the next time we run into each other.” he’d only be so lucky, but the town was small so the chances of it happening again were in his favor. “no bullshit, i like it. don’t think they’d be able to fight against ya even if they wanted to.” he believed it, he seemed really protective of his work. something jonah really admired, “so, are you currently working on another book?” he asked after a moment, he was very intrigued to know more about the writer. it probably wasn’t any of his business, but he had mentioned people writing to him about clowns. had him wondering if he was currently in the middle of writing again.

“if you say so, i might have to run home to get my copy so you can sign it.” he said, he was being half serious. jonah didn’t want to bother him too much, and wouldn’t shove the book in his face or anything. it’d be cool to show off to his brother if he did get it signed. “i’ve never been to ireland, what i’ve gathered from your writing the place is really something.” visiting ireland was definitely put on his list after he’d finished reading his book. the way he described it had him wanting to see if it was truly as beautiful as he’d made it out to be. “yeah, i hear they tend to push the authors around a bit. it’d be cool if you got to write on of the scripts for any of your stories one day.” he nodded, “hopefully they won’t be total dicks about it.”

omega  shivers  over  the  other’s  words  as  they  somehow  seem  to  tickle  his  senses,  dance  down  his  spine.  he  hadn’t  considered  that  —  that  ciaran’s  friendlier  with  his  boss  than  he  himself  is.  it’s  a  good  point.    ❛  yeah  …  it.  it  can.  ❜   gaze  lingers  upon  the  alpha’s  lips  for  a  moment  before  pulling  further  away.    ❛  but  i  don’t  mind  it.  i  like  it,  actually.  the  quiet.  ❜

“wow. i’ll say, i’ve never met a celebrity before. don’t see a whole lot of’em around here.” he said with some shock in his tone, he felt ill dressed to meet someone like a celeb. mentioning his book turning into a movie really perked him up which in turn made jonah happy. he’d probably see his movie if they ever did come around to making it. “they’d be stupid to let this story go by without even trying for a movie. i think it has real potential to be something great.” he said that honestly, since he knew nothing about making movies. “you think you’d be able to help write it? i mean you are the writer, but they don’t always ask king to write his movie adaptions.” 

the  way  the  alpha  says  his  name  has  his  toes  curling  within  shoes  for  a  moment,  he’ll  swallow  hard.    ❛  duh,  i  know  that.  ❜   there’s  a  slight  tilt  of  his  head  gesturing  toward  the  boxed  delivery  settled  near  him.  brows  furrow  slightly  as  dark  brown  eyes  shamelessly  trail  the  man’s  torso  ahead,  or  at  least,  as  far  as  they  could  see  from  beyond  the  wooden  surface  before  once  again  meeting  with  his  eyes.   ❛  i  just  —  i  dunno.  i  don’t  care  if  you  stick  around.  i  like  your  company.  just  don’t  do  anything  to  get  me  in  trouble,  okay  ?  ❜

“i mean.” he started, scratching the back of his head, “have you seen them? they give most people the creeps. i can see why they would be wanted. most are scared of them.” he shrugged, he wasn’t an expert on horror books or movies. they weren’t really his thing, to be honest, but he could see how this man was bothered by it. “wait– did you write that?” he asked incredulously, he may not be big into horror movies, but books were another thing. his brother had given him a copy of ‘the banshee’s call’, and he actually read it. despite it not being something he’d had picked up himself. “if it means anything to ya, i think it would have made a good movie.”

they nodded their head, “yeah, those are usually anonymous paintings, but i’m sure if we call the right people we can find who did it,” jules replied. they quickly shook their, “oh no! we do sell them, you just caught me off guard, it’s been slow lately,” they laughed a bit nervously, “if you want you can come with me and i can see what we’re selling that one for, and then we can wrap it up and it’s all yours,” they motioned towards the small area where they usually made their sales.

very  cute.  so  much  wants  to  ignore  the  validating  compliment,  unaware  of  his  own  sweet  scent  wafting  into  the  air.  it’s  mainly  vanilla  with  a  small  hint  of  cinnamon.  it’s  alluring  &  yet  calming  —  especially  to  an  alpha  alike  ciaran.  there’s  a  subtle  squeezing  of  thighs  from  behind  the  counter,  far  out  of  ciaran’s  sight.     ❛  you  know  i  don’t  speak  gaelic,  dude.  ❜  he  says  a  little  softly,  tugging  the  hem  of  his  hoodie  over  his  pants  as  casually  as  he  could  manage.    ❛  don’t  you  have  somewhere  to be  ?  i  mean,  it’s  not  exactly  fun  here,  unless  you  like  spending  most  of  your  time  reading.  ❜

“Full offense? The clown book wasn’t even good. Wasn’t King on a shit ton of drugs when he wrote that?” He shrugged. The sewer scene was something he’d rather forget. That’s what he gets for being pretentious in high school, right? “Honestly, the whole industry’s wack as hell, anyway. Good writers are few and far between, but then they’ll approve things like Wrong Turn 5, which, by the way, never should have even gotten one sequel, let alone four. Books only make good movies if there’s a bunch of gore or weird sex stuff, apparently.”

“Yeah! I just want patients to see someone happy and bright when they’re going through so much. I don’t know if it does but but just…shining a little light is nice.” He shrugged. “Think maybe you’d ever try it out? Wearing pink I mean.” He teased.

“Dude clowns are terrifying, why do people even want those things at their kids birthday parties? They’re cursed.” Theo’s tone was light and jovial as he spoke. “But yeah, a book would be bad, any scary clown books by this point are just going to be deemed a knock if of ‘IT’, people need to get over it, one is enough in my opinion.”  His eyes shifted to the book on the table for a brief moment before back up to the alphas’ face. “If someone is going to recommend you write something, I think it should be ‘Attack of the Karen’, now that would be nightmare fuel or at least fuel for my nightmares.” 

the  scent  of  the  alpha  seems  frighteningly  magnetic,  it  tugs  him  inward.  soon  he’s  leaning  over  the  counter  top  as  well,  closer  to  the  other  than  he  would  deem  comfortable.    ❛  you  think  i’m  cute  …  ?  ❜   question’s  rhetorical,  eyelids  now  half  lidded  as  his  gaze  directly  meets  with  ciaran’s,  chin  atop  palm.  suddenly  he’ll  clear  his  throat,  back  up  with  realization.    ❛  uh,  aha,  sorry  —  do  you  know  what  time  it  is  ?  ❜  there’s  a  clock  not  too  far  from  where  they  stand,  but  it  makes  a  decent  subject  change.