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"didn't i tell you to text me and ask for permission before showing up to my house?" roman asks the fae, stare intense. after a few seconds, however, he sighs, stepping aside to let declan in. "you're lucky i got sleep last night." and maybe, just maybe, he wanted company after finding out that his sister was back from the dead.
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most of his days are spent in his human form. as comforting as it was whenever he was a wolf, the second he transformed, he lost control. it's not really something he could afford, not when he had to constantly be on the lookout.
tonight, however, he was giving into the beast and letting it be free. it had been clawing at his chest ever since finding out that his sister was still alive (if that's what you could call it), begging to come out.
as he wanders through his woods, he scans his surroundings. pays attention to the sounds and smells, making sure nothing is out of the ordinary. he and his wolf were about to give it the all clear before a twig snaps. the hair along his spine bristles as he bares his teeth, giving warning to whatever may be lurking.
one wrong move and he's pouncing.
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addie. she hadnβt been called addie in a long, long time. the sound of it hit somewhere fragile, somewhere buried so deep beneath hunger and death and all the ugly things sheβd become that she thought it had rotted away with the rest of her. adelaide closed her eyes and drew in a careful breath, but her face still twisted with emotion before she could stop it.Β βi have missed you so, so much,β she said, voice breaking around the shape of it. βiβm sorry.β he took a step closer, and she sucked in another breath before closing the rest of the distance herself, pulling him into her arms. he was taller than her now, and somehow that hurt too β another reminder of all the time they wouldnβt get back, all the years she hadnβt been there to watch him become this version of himself. the itch stirred in her chest, quiet and cruel, but all she could think about was the sound of his heartbeat. he was here. in front of her. alive. sheβd never known if heβd managed to escape death that night.Β maybe he hadnβt been home, but she hadnβt heard from him. hadnβt seen him. of course, she ran, but the whispers didn't bring his name to her. the fact that they had somehow ended up in the orbit of the same person felt impossible, almost merciful. perhaps there was some being out there that did wish for them to have a second chance. her fingers caught tightly in the fabric of his shirt, tears soaking into it as she shook her head. βiβm sorry,β she whispered. βi shouldnβt have left you.β
the alarm bells that had been going off inside of his head earlier were silent as soon as she stepped forward and pulled him into her embrace. her scent isn't the same and there's no longer a wolf that can be sensed, but peace still washes over him. his shoulders relax as he rests his chin on top of her head, pressing a kiss to her hair. it's weird, being taller than her now, but so much time had passed since he had last seen her - it was bound to happen.
"it's okay. it's okay. we're okay." he's quick to soothe her. even if it wasn't smart, there was no way he was losing her again, not when he had just gotten her back. so many years had been spent mourning the loss of her and their parents. how badly he wished that he had been there, to die alongside his family. instead, he's been haunted ever since.
"addie, you had no choice. you said it yourself. the desire, the hunger - if you would have stayed, then i'd imagine something bad would have happened. as much as i would have loved to have you around, i don't know if you could live with the fact that you brought harm to me." he pulls away for a moment to study her face. it's different than what it was, but it's still his sister. "please, do not apologize. i don't want to hear any of that anymore, you hear me?"
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roman is definitely the kind of brother who will threaten anyone that tries to get close to adelaide, teeth and all @runrabids
Anna Akhmatova, from a poem titled "White Flock," featured in An Anthology of Contemporary Russian Women Poets
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Sedona didnβt like his tone, but his scent was even worse. What was that? He didnβt have the same musk, soured by something she couldnβt quite put a finger on. What was he? His warning didnβt bring her any concern, more so annoyance at the notion when it was her that stood vulnerable to the elements. A breeze chilling against bare skin and their eyes boring holes into the maleβs stern expression. βWhere does it say that? I donβt see a sign,β they retorted with a snap behind their voice. This was sanctuary to them, a place to run where the promise of pitchforks and pandemonium was left in the lore of generations past. She needed this, so she wouldnβt be going down easily or at least without a fight. βIβm pretty sure this is public land.β Maybe a few kilometers off but enough that he had no need to be up in arms. Territorial, to say the least, and Sedona wasnβt in the mood to budge. Theyβd only converted back into their own skin moments before, exhausted from the metamorphosis and withholding a hunger they couldnβt act upon.
βIf youβre going to make me leave you can at least turn the fuck around and give me a shred of decency,β Sedona growled softly, fighting the animal clawing at her chest. If heβd come moments earlier it mightβve been a different story β an outcome neither were pleased with. βDo you always have a stick this big up your ass or am I just lucky?β Their t-shirt was tugged on first, followed by an oversized flannel. At least then they were given some sort of coverage.
He points over his shoulder to a tree with an old 'no trespassing' sign stapled to it. It had seen better days and some of the lettering was coming off, but it was there and she wasn't following it. His wolf growled in his chest, not liking that someone he didn't know was on their land.
"You are an intruder. I do not treat my intruders kindly. Do you?" He questions. Despite not wanting to turn his back on her, he does anyway, giving her the privacy that she asked for. Once he no longer hears the rustling of her clothing, he turns around. "I think I am acting tame, compared to others. Most wolves would have attacked first and asked questions later." Roman points out with a shrug. "So you're welcome, for sparring your life." He was hoping to not regret it later. A close eye would be kept on her, even after tonight. Over the years, he's learned that you could never be too careful.
βagain, you have no proof of that. perhaps iβm only inviting you in and out of the sun so i donβt have a mess to clean later. iβm not fond of messes.β all wren did was grin in response. roman sounded confident in his response, but it only made wren frown, expression shifting to match his. his eyes narrowed, and after a beat, he pulled his sunglasses off, looking roman up and down like that might give him the answer he wanted. the beast in his chest was still bristling from the growl earlier, even if the only reason roman had made the sound in the first place was because wren had invaded his space. details, honestly. βyeah? with wolfgang?β a beat passed, his head tilting. βthe whole night?β wren kept his distance, but he sniffed the air again, brows pulling together. then, where his hand had been licked, he lifted his palm to his nose and sniffed once more. his eyes flicked back to roman, and slowly, a grin spread across his face, sharp with confusion and amusement. an inked hand reached toward him, palm open like an offering and an accusation all at once. βcan you smell that?β he asked. βyou can understand why iβm fucking confused.β
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"yes. with wolfgang. the entire night." he repeats, as if the more he says it, the more it'll be true. roman knows that it is not. last night, his friend had his niece. he never went over there as his wolf, not wanting to hurt or scare greta. besides, the witch always texted him to make sure he had made it home safely. there were no messages.
standing absolutely still, he watches as the other continues to sniff. if he didn't know better, he may have mistaken the other for a wolf. a slow grin makes its way across his face and roman's nose scrunches. he doesn't like that look. it makes his stomach churn. he knows something. "no. i smell nothing." still denying, despite the fact that he does. he knows where his wolf had gone last night. the memory of him showing up at wren's doorstep as the beast comes flooding back the second his own scent hits his nostrils. "what are you trying to accomplish here?"
her expression fell immediately, brows drawing together as her vision blurred. she remembered everything theyβd gone through as children β every time they ran, every time they clung to one another while their parents told them they had to leave again. there was a deep, ancient ache in her chest that screamed for him, something older than she knew what to do with, but beneath it was still the little girl whoβd played hide-and-seek with him in the forest, whoβd tried to pick him up and throw him into ponds because she thought it was funny. the little girl whoβd loved her brother more than anything. βroman, no.β she swallowed hard. βi do not want to hurt you. i am telling you what is wrong with me. why i could not come looking for you.β a long pause stretched between them. βi β i am telling you because...β her voice caught. βoh, roman, i missed you. but you deserve to know the truth.β she forced herself to hold his gaze through the tears. βi will not remain in your life if you do not want me here, or if you feel threatened by me.β
consistency wasn't something roman knew. even now, settled into a place he had decided to call home years ago - he knew better than to get too comfortable. something would happen. someone would find him. and then he'd have to run again. at least when it had happened when he was a child, he had his sister. now, he had no one.
it makes sense and he hates that it does. he wants to be mad. wants somewhere to place the anger that had been boiling inside of him since his loss. but it was never her fault, was it? if anyone should feel guilty, it's him. he had let him into their home. had trusted him, only for it to be spit back into his face. roman never made that mistake again.
he should feel threatened by her, after what she had admitted. that there was a hunger there, a hunger to consume what remained of her family - but he wasn't. instead, he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her like he used to. he's taller than her now, appearing older despite being the younger sibling. constantly being on edge aged you, apparently. "i don't." and it might be a lie - his wolf might still be on edge, but it still recognizes familiarity. comfort. something it hasn't felt in a very long time. roman swallows the lump in his throat, taking a step towards her. "i've missed you, addie."
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Izumi Shikibu, from a poem featured in Japanese Poetic Diaries; The Diary of Izumi Shikibu
