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darlingmarla:

Giggling, as if her words were serious, Marla was grateful that he couldn’t see the blush across her cheeks. God, how she’d missed him, something sentimental whispered in the back of her mind. Someone to hold and take care of, and yet, just like when they were children, he could still throw her off the usual facade she had built, knocking away the sensual, luxurious woman she’d become and returning her to the awkward, freckled little girl she had been under all the makeup.

She’d scarcely taken off her glasses since he’d returned.

“Aye, n’ what if I do, Beanie? What then? Would ye– ah, shite! The tea!” Scrambling, then, she moved quickly, almost toppling again over the roomba, as she rushed to the suddenly screaming teapot.

“Look what ye did, Bean!” She laughed. “Ye distracted me n’ almost made me burn the water!”

He was staring up at her now, barely blinking and he was wondering what question she would ask when the teapot whistled from the next room, and Marla cut herself off mid sentence. What would she have said? Bean furrowed his brows, silently cursing the teapot. But then he was letting out a snort at her ridiculous statement.

“Wha’? Marls ye cannae burn water, it’s impossible,” Bean managed to get out in between laughter. He was glad that he had managed to find the girl again, as well as her twin; he had never been so relaxed and the pair knew just the right amount of independence to give him.

“Are ye gonna be okay? Do ye need a hand?” he asked, pausing to snicker more. “Ye might burn the tea tae love.”

#c:marla #c

“Can you not see we’re closed?”

Bean looked up with the voice, pausing in his entering of the building and letting out a small cough at the irony. “Uh... no, actually. I tend to just presume if the door opens it must be.”

#c:tabitha #c

darlingmarla:

Grateful that he wasn’t too taken aback by her slip, Marla gave a delighted giggle. There was a warm red flush across her face, and she was very briefly grateful he couldn’t see.

“Don’t ye tease me, ye gobshite! At this rate, I might tie ye up anyway, wait for Elvin t’free ye. N’ ye know how he’ll take his sweet fockin’ time.”

Bean let out an exaggerated gasp with the threat, his hand rising to cover his mouth. “Ye wouldnae! That’s a cruel punishment there lass, El’d leave me tied up fae weeks. Surely ye’d miss me before then an’ come an’ get me yeself?”

He blinked up at her, trying to appear innocent and having no idea how it looked. The glaucoma had left him with a slight milky sheen across his irises, one which intensified when he turned into his wolf form. “I’m actually a wee bit scared, ye probably enjoy it tae much an’ actually want tae now.”

#c:marla #c

darlingmarla:

She was a prostitute, had been for years, and of all the people in her life, one of the men closest to her should not have been the one to make her the most nervous. She’d been so used to Bean all her life, but even now, her heart was fluttering curiously.

“Aye, well…Don’t get used to it,” she teased, bumping his shoulder with one knuckle. “N’ certainly don’t tell Elvin. I can trust ye, can’t I? Or should I tie ye up so ye won’t tell him?” A pause, and then: “Shite! Shite, that came out wrong.”

He smiled up at her with her first words. Don’t tell Elvin, he wouldn’t, even if it would be amusing to tease the older wolf about his taste in clothes. It still stood though, that what Marla had suggested was nothing small. After all, find clothing with texture would mean a whole new wardrobe for the girl.

And then he choked, both at her words and the pause. A cross between laughter and a genuine gasp of horror. “Nae, lass. I jus’ bet ye hae some ties lying around tae. Ye can trust me tae keep my mouth closed,” he started, trying to cool the heat that he could feeling pooling in his cheeks. “If I feel a need tae bribe ye, ye can be sure I’ll come tae ye about it.”

#c:marla #c

darlingmarla:

She blushed lightly as he yanked away, and, embarrassed almost, she cleared her throat. Confidence, confidence, confidence, she reminded herself, men like confidence, but then, Bean was a different story all around. Bean was not just a man.

“Sure,” she tried to laugh, nervously shifting how she stood. “I mean, aye. You’re here more than Elvin is, n’…well, I love ‘im but he ain’t the most artistically inclined, n’…I-I mean, I really value your opinion, ye know…”

“Aye, that’s true. Might hae somethin’ tae do with me nawt havin’ a life,” he said with a wry grin. He had noticed that though - aside from being home to order more infomercial purchases Elvin was not around much. Most of the time it was just him and Marla - or just himself when she had work. It was a subject that Bean still didn’t know how to feel about. Working at the Palais was her choice, but he thought Marla was better than that and he hated the idea of gross old men touching her that way. He would treat her like a goddess.

What was he thinking?

“Ta, Marls. It means a lot. An’ I’m glad tae know I’m more artistic than someone with sight. Make me feel good aboot myself.”

#c:marla #c

darlingmarla:

Delicately tearing the bag open, she dropped the little pouch into the mug, taking the brief second of free time to wipe down the counter.

“Aye, like velvet, or…” Well, then, she couldn’t really compare it to much, could she? He hadn’t had sight since long before she had known him. Pausing, she glanced down to the hip of her dress, where little curls of cloth swirled together to make up small clustered roses. She tiptoed toward him, then, grabbing gently for his hand and placing it on the roses. “Like this. A-a texture that ye could feel, so…you’d know how to differentiate my dresses, n’ pick a favourite. Can’t ask ye fashion advice if ye don’t know what I own.”

Her footsteps were light but Bean still heard them, after all his hearing was ever so slightly better than theirs - something to do with it already being elevated before the bite. He didn’t know why she was sneaking towards him though and he grew even more uncertain when she grabbed his hand and began to guide it. When she placed it on her hip he swallowed thickly. He was used to touching Marla; grabbing her shoulders, holding hands or linking arms to be led somewhere. But her hip was a different matter - a more intimate area - and yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself from running his fingers over the flowers.

“You... want me to pick your clothes?” he gulped, quickly realising that his hand was still on her hip and retracting it.

#c:marla #c

darlingmarla:

Manicured nails trailing across his shoulders, Marla administered a small kiss to the side of his cheek. She stepped away to the kitchen, setting the teapot on the stove.

“Aye, I’ll see ‘bout blockin’ the infomercials. But I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout the last dress he got me off of one of those infomercials, n’ I know ye can’t see the colours of ‘em. But I was thinkin’,” she spoke as she worked. “What if I got a textured dress?”

Bean smiled with the kiss, his head following her footsteps as she walked back to the kitchen. Letting out a sigh, he lowered himself onto the couch. It was the best way to avoid any surprise purchases (unless of course they were couch faring), plus make it easier for him to receive his tea.

The young wolf frowned at her words. He hadn’t realised Elvin had got her dresses - perhaps she hadn’t wanted the awkwardness of him having to pretend he knew what she was so excited about. “Wha’ do ye mean? Like a velvet dress or somethin’?” he asked, trying to sort out his confusion.

#c:marla #c

darlingmarla:

“Aye, we can, but I promise ye I’m fine.” Voice gentle and sweet, as it always was whenever he drew near, she carefully threaded her fingers with his, guiding him from the room. Perhaps it might have been awkward, with new angles and different directions than she might have taken on her own, for anyone else, but this felt more comfortable than anything else she could do.

“He’s always done this, Bean. E’er since Mam n’ Dad died, n’ we got the inheritance. Just give him a few weeks n’ I’ll have it sold n’ he ain’t even gonna notice.”

As they entered the living room, Marla urged him toward the sofa for him to sit. “D’ye want some coffee or a cuppa?”

He narrowed his eyes at her, after all it would be just like Marla to insist she was fine when she wasn’t. Sometimes he wondered whether around him especially people felt the need to be tougher. To pretend things didn’t hurt so as not to worry him, or with the thought that he wouldn’t be able to help anyway. But then, Marla knew better than that about him and it showed by the way she took his hand and guided him.

Bean sighed, nodding in response to her plan. He supposed in the long run a few more weeks didn’t matter - he’d just have to make sure to use his cane. “Fine. Can we at least block the infomercial channel? Please? I cannae take anymair surprises,” he asked, looking up at her with a desperate expression, before he slumped back and sighed.

“A tea would be somethin’ lass, thank ye.”

#c:marla #c

darlingmarla:

“Aye, I’ll get my twenty-two, that ought’a knock the focker right out o’ here.” Reaching out for him, she waited until he was comfortable with where he was. “I’m fine, though, really.”

“I dunno, darlin’. I think it gives him peace o’ mind or somethin’. Like I don’t clean well enough, but whatever. We don’t need his stupid fockin’ room-bot anyway.”

“Aye, or at least stop it workin’. Then we can stuff it in a cupboard,” he urged. He had a vendetta against the damn thing and he was secretly glad that Marla seemed to have one too. Maybe between the both of them they really could convince Elvin to get rid of it.

“Is he the blind one here? Ack, I can clean this place better than tha’ thing. Ye know he can barely remember buying it right? An’ he had no idea he bought a meat grinder. Mars, he has a problem,” Bean said exasperately, before fumbling to place his hands on her shoulders.

“Can we at least go out tae the lounge and tak a seat? I daen’t trust ye when ye say ye nae hurt.”

#c:marla #c

darlingmarla:

Letting out a horrible slur of angry Gaelic in the direction of the otherwise-delighted roomba, she sat where she was, tossing back her hair.

“Aye. Aye, I’m alright, Beanie. It’s just that fockin’ robot! I’m sick of it!” Pushing herself up off the floor, she turned again, cursing the roomba. “Piece of shite, bleedin’ little tick! I swear, Beanie Baby, I’m gonna blast that thing int’ outer space!”

“Well, that makes two o’ us,” he started, making his way towards her voice. “For the love ‘o God Mar, please tell me if I’m abou’ tae step on it.”

Moving forwards he knew he had reached her when his hands, which he had held out ever so slightly, brushed against her. He came to a halt then and smiled at her. “Ye sure ye alright? I knocked my hip pretty good the first time. Elbow the second. An’ please blast it. I’ll help, jus’ tell me what I gotta dae,” he urged. If he ever heard the sound of it buzzing around again in his life it would be too soon.

“Why wannae he get rid of it Mar? I daen’t even understand why he bought it in the first place. I hate it.”

#c:marla #c

darlingmarla:

@blindbean

“Fock!” Howling, an almost barking sound, Marla toppled to the ground, the little robot rolling off unfazed, wide googly eyes jiggling as its only show that it had successfully knocked over the girl. Unaware that her brother was not home, she tipped her head back, rolling to sit up where she was on the wooden floorboards. “Elvin! Get your scrawny little arse in here n’ take care of your fockin’ robot!”

Bean had been lying on his bed, his fingers tracing over a page of the book he was reading when he heard the howl. Animalistic in nature it signified a werewolf that had been caught off guard. He flinched with the volume of it, dropping the book instantly and clambering to his feet. The young wolf was at the door by the time he heard Marla’s yelling and despite what could be a serious situation he couldn’t help but let out a huff of laughter. It seemed the roomba had struck again.

Making it down to the room he had heard the sounds from, he stuck his head around the corner. “El went down tae the shops, hopefully nawt tae buy another roomba,” he informed, stepping carefully into the room to ensure he didn’t end up on the floor either. “Ye okay Mar?”

#c:marla #c

blindbean

Roombas

blindbean

elvin-king:

Flinching at the shrill sound the other made, Elvin sank low in his spot on the couch for a moment. Owlish eyes turned to the younger wolf, and he set his cellphone on the coffee table with an audible clatter.

Vinny, just when he thought he’d gotten everyone that he spoke to to drop the moniker, he hadn’t anticipated Bean.

Slinking to his feet, Elvin scrubbed a hand through his hair. He reached out then, brushing his hand against Bean’s elbow to announce himself, slipping past him into the kitchen.

“It’s a habit, I don’t mean t’be- we have a meat grinder? When did I buy that?”

Bean felt the brush of skin against his and knew that the older wolf was side-stepping him to return to the source of his complaints. The youth rolled his eyes and twisted his body around, making to follow the other. Bean was sure to hover by the doorframe this time though, not wanting another incident with the roomba. Who knows where he sent it flying to.

“I daen’t know!” Bean cried, letting go of the frame to throw his hands in the air dramatically. “Ye tell me! It wannae there yesterday. Yesterday I had my cereal bowl there. Today I almos’ lost my hand. Jesus on a popsicle stick Vin, did ye know it hae a state o’ the art sensor? Who puts a sensor on somethin’ that grinds meat?!”

Taking a deep breath to try and calm himself, he let his hands drop instead to rub at his face. “Ack, I’m sorry fae going off at ye. I must be on my period or somethin’.”

#c:elvin #c

Roombas

Bean winced every time his right foot met the ground, as the pressure of stepping shot pain through his hip. He would heal soon enough, but the pain was irritating while it was there. It was almost comedic really, the way he had gone arse up over the roomba almost as if it was a banana peel. Of course, he couldn’t begin to imagine what it actually looked like - but it felt ironic. And he had tried to put up with it because this wasn’t his house, but Bean hated having to use his cane around the house. In his mind, a place of residence should be somewhere safe and allow him to move around in confidence. Unfortunately, someone had left the infomercial channel on a little too much lately.

Feeling his way down to the living room, Bean pushed his way in, the sound of a brand new never-dull knife set deal harassing his ears and he let out a strangled shriek. “Please nae, Vinny. If I hear ye reaching for tha’ phone I swear tae God I’ll snap it in hauf.”

His voice sounded pitifully exasperated and he tentatively put one foot in front of the other as he made his way towards the couch. “An’ can ye please tell me where the new stuff ye buy goes? I swear I was this close tae puttin’ my hand in a meat grinder. Why do we hae a meat grinder? An’ that stupid hoover thing wannae on so I couldnae hear it an’ now my hip kills me after trippin’ over it.”

@elvin-king

#c:elvin #c

little-french-brat:

“Ah, so the silver thing is true?!” She grinned, loving how much she had learned in just this conversation alone. Seriously, Tartarus should come with a pamphlet. ‘Your Supernatural Friends And YOU!’. It would indeed be helpful.

“I’d be careful. Pet rocks are dangerous if you don’t train them right,” she said with a wink. “But don’t worry. I’ll keep all flowers away from your drink. But if the coffee tastes like dirt, don’t blame me!”

“Aye, pop culture hae to pull its basis from somewhere, dannae lass?” he posed. He remembered the early days when he was still learning - the ancient wouldn’t tell him anything, brushing him off and every time he enquired. It wasn’t until Marla appeared that he truly learnt about their kind.

“Oh? I’d believe it; I bet it’s painful when they jump on ye tae wake ye up in the mornin’,” he said, grinning. “Ack, are ye sayin’ we’re going tae where the coffee’s bad, or ye gonna turn my poor caffienated beverage intae dirt?”

#c:louise #c

little-french-brat:

“Well, I mean. I don’t actually like the whole idea of werewolf hunting. Not in my repertoire,” she said with a chuckle. “It doesn’t sound too fun either. But I’m being insensitive.”

“I still don’t know a lot either. I just learned about the supernatural and all. I dunno. I guess I’m connected with mother nature. Whatever. I just kinda control whatever. I dunno. It’s scary I guess.” She shrugged and kind of half hugged herself. “So, we should get coffee sometime. How was that for a subject change?”

“Well I’m glad tae know ye won’t go stabbing me in the back with silver,” he said with a grin, shaking his head. “It’s nae insenstive at all. Come on, if I was tha’ much a damsel in distress I wouldnae hae made it tae this ripe ole age.”

“Sounds much more fun than what I can do. If I was ye I could make some cool plant guide shoes or somethin’. Have a pet rock show me round. And coffee? Aye, as long as ye promise not tae drop flowers in my drink when I’m nae lookin’.”

#c:louise #c

nari-moon:

Nari stopped smelling the air with a small pout, sad that she couldn’t detect the scent he had. “I guess my sense of smell isn’t that great. And I think I have I read about that. It’s actually fascinating really.”

Bean let out a laugh at her words, her tone of voice sounded disappointed that she couldn’t smell the butcher. Being a werewolf he found the scent quite pleasant, but he wasn’t sure what she would feel about it. A strange scent was being given off by her, and the young wolf had no idea what it was. Al he knew was that she wasn’t human. “Doubt ye’d find it pleasant anyway lass. Ye think so? I guess it is, never really though’ about it - it’s jus’ my life, ye know? Are ye gonna study me now?”

#c:nari #c

lola-aimee:

“Could I bother you for a moment?”

“Hmm? Oh, aye, of course ye can,” he replied, turning to face where the voice came from. “That is, o’ course if I can be o’ any help.”

#c:lola #c

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