I miss us.
I miss us too, 'Della. But what can y'do.
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I miss us.
I miss us too, 'Della. But what can y'do.
Sourwolf // AU Linook
Lina turned to look out the window as she heard a chilling howl. Her puppy, Lucy looked up from the chew toy she was happily destroying and let out a small howl. Lina giggled at the sound. "Oh, settle down, Lucy. You can't run with the big dogs just yet." she laughed, bending down to scratch the little bulldog behind the ears. She looked back out the window. She couldn't see whatever was making the noise, and decided to ignore it. She checked her phone. She still had an hour or so before she had to meet Hook. She put on what had become her go-to outerwear for fall. She buttoned her old military jacket, wrapped a scarf around her neck, and pulled on a ratty pair of vans. She slipped her phone and a pack of cigarettes into the jacket's deep pockets. They seemed roomier now that she didn't have to bother with room keys. She slid open her window and perched on the ledge, hopping off. She fell for a split second before floating upwards to shut the window. She flitted higher up until she reached the roof. She sat down against the shingles and took out a cigarette. She pulled her zippo from its standard location (jeans, front left pocket) and lit the cigarette. Smoke rose and curled into the air. The grey mixed and danced against a backdrop of dusk, a post sundown purple that would never be able to be captured in paint or anything else. It was a small thing, but it was a beautiful one. It exhilarated Lina, made her feel like living. As she finished her cigarette, she decided to go down to the lake for a bit before going to meet Hook. The sky was starting to clear, a rarity in Scotland, and the stars would be visible soon. Stars were another small, beautiful thing. They were clearer here than they had ever been in LA, clearer than those she had seen in movies even, and she found them fascinating. Not facts about them, just the fact that they were there, so many millions of miles away, forming intricate patterns on earth was remarkable. Lina shut her eyes and imagined the field between the woods and the lake. Almost immediately, she heard the light, rhythmic sound of waves lapping at the edge of the lake on one side, and the hushed, discordant sound of the wind blowing through the trees on the other. She lay down, about fifteen feet from the forest's edge. She gazed into the sky. At some point, she fell asleep. That was until she was woken up by a sound. Her head snapped to the right as she looked for whatever had cracked a stick on the forest floor.
Hook smelled the sky clearing before he saw it, odd as that may sound. It had been nearly five years; he had pretty much mastered recognizing the scents that came with changes in the weather or atmosphere. He threw his head back as he ran, peering up between the gnarled branches of the trees so as to catch his first glimpse of the evening stars. He suppressed another joyful howl as he realised he was nearing the edge of the forest closest to town. Conscious of time as well as location, he skidded to a halt, feet carving a curved furrow into the undergrowth and alarming a pair of squirrels, and stopped as if to catch his breath before adjusting his route and circling back around towards the school and the lake. Loping between the trees and feeling unbelievably alive, he zoned out and almost burst unthinkingly through the trees onto the bank of the lake before he sensed something amiss. His keen senses picked up a sweet, off-human scent layered through with faint vestiges of cigarette smoke. He drew himself to an abrupt halt once again, already beginning to shift back to his fully human form. Nerves buzzing, ears and teeth shortening, muscles relaxing, and his senses dulling just enough for him to notice and sigh, he felt the strength and power of his half-wolf shape drain from his body and mind. He already missed it. With a slow exhalation and a stretch of his muscles, which were beginning to ache dully as they sometimes did after he shifted, he peered around a nearby tree in an attempt to see who had invaded his territory. A small figure lay flat on the ground, a short way out of the trees and right by the calm shores of the lake, presumably asleep. He took a step around the tree to get a better view, but froze as a loud crack echoed out from under his foot as he stepped on a dry twig. Shit. He ducked back around the tree on instinct as the figure turned quickly towards thee source of the sound. He took deep breaths to calm himself, during which time his senses caught up with his impulses. What he’d seen of the figure by the lake slotted in with the scent he’d caught earlier, confirming his suspicions. He composed himself, trying to appear stronger and less skittish than he felt (the dampening of his senses and ablities did wonders for his paranoia), running a hand through his hair and straightening his clothes. Stepping out of the trees onto the lakeside, he sauntered as casually as he could over to the girl and pulled a smile onto his face. He cleared his throat. “Hey,” he smirked. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Sourwolf // AU Linook
It was a few days after the new moon, and Hook was feeling incredibly relaxed but yet unnervingly weak. He was sat outside, on the outskirts of the Walt Academy woods, keeping himself to himself as usual and staring serenely up at the darkening, cloudy sky. He checked the time - he'd agreed to meet Lina down by the treeline later, but he still had some time to kill. He glanced around, enhanced senses checking if there was anyone nearby to discover or disturb him. Save for a few birds and a family of deer deep in the forest behind him, he was alone in the cool evening air.
He stood and stepped backwards, blending into the shadows at the edge of the trees. He took a deep breath, drawing on the constant anger and resentment that buzzed through his body and turning it to good use. Glad that he’d mastered such control of his emotions over the years, he drew it to his core, compacting and transforming it before sending it flowing through his veins in a swift pulse. Every nerve in his form tingled as he shifted, feeling his ears and teeth sharpening, his muscles elongating and tightening, his senses becoming clearer than ever. The strength and power of his half-wolf form coursed through his body and he rolled his shoulders and neck, stretching them out, before loping further into the woods at a supernatural amble. He couldn’t resist letting out a long, joyful howl to the night sky as he got into his stride, running low to the ground as he darted between the trees, startling a flock of birds as he passed. There’s wolves in them woods, there are. He smirked a canine, fanged grin. He rarely felt so alive. Long grown used to the form, Hook no longer thought of it as in any way not him. This was as much an intrinsic part of him as any part of his DNA was, natural as breathing or blinking, and he let the pure pleasure of running like a wolf overwhelm him, losing track of time.
Bah. I need to be more careful daydreaming.
I’m not the crazy one here, sugar.
That’s what they always say!
You'd know.
Bah. I need to be more careful daydreaming.
Oh, you poor, misinformed little thing.
Stop talking to yourself, Hook, or people will start to think you’re crazy.
I'm not the crazy one here, sugar.
Bah. I need to be more careful daydreaming.
…And we’re back here again. I’m not arguing with you when you’re so resolved to be wrong, Tiny.
I’m not arguing, I’m stating facts.
Oh, you poor, misinformed little thing.
Every rose has her thorns || Rook
His fingers on her skin grounded her in a sense. Someone was here. Someone cared enough to make contact. He was here. He would leave eventually once she’d talked it out and that would be fine. He was here in a moment when she really needed someone to be. He met her gaze and a bit of the apprehension in her heart left her. She saw it there, recognized that he too had been through something similar. She would never ask though. Ever. He said that he wished he knew what to say and all she could do was smile. “Oh, but you’ve helped by not knowing what to say… A lot of people repeatedly tell me that it’ll get better, and that I need to hold her in my heart….” she pauses. “I know all that’s true, but sometimes I don’t want to hear it. Sometimes silence is better in the long run.”
She exhaled slowly and ran a hand through her bangs. “Sometimes I just need to talk things through without people telling me these… these things that they’ve been taught to say. Sometimes I don’t think they believe it but they don’t want to deal so they just…. just say the first thing they can think of. It’d be kind of funny under different circumstances…”
Hook stayed quiet, smiling internally as he turned briefly away from her to stare at the waters once again. He was glad that he could help, albeit in his own way. She was right – ‘it’ll get better’ is one of the most commonly banded-about phrases in such situations and true as it may be, it doesn’t help. If it’s going to get better, that means that it isn’t yet better; and, very much a creature of the present, Hook found such assertions moot. He wasn’t there to tell her that. He wasn’t really there to tell her anything. He didn’t need to. As she pointed out, such statements were generally bleated out by people who couldn’t think of anything better to say than to repeat the same tired, clichéd old phrases.
He looked back at her once again as she let out a breath that could have been a sigh. "I understand," he said quietly. As Ro ran a hand through her hair, he realised that his hand was still around her other one. He hadn't yet moved it - but neither had she. He half-smiled softly. "Far too much thoughtless speech around... thoughtless acts, too..." he trailed off, yet again returning his gaze to the lake and swinging his legs a little, toes of his boots just skimming the surface of the water. "I guess a lot of things could be funny under different circumstances. But we're stuck with the circumstances we've got, so..." he stopped himself short before he added so we'll just have to deal with them and be okay, or something equally unhelpful.
Bah. I need to be more careful daydreaming.
Think you’re so clever, don’t you?
No. I only think I’m a little bit clever. And I know that you’re not as badass as you’d like to think you are.
...And we're back here again. I'm not arguing with you when you're so resolved to be wrong, Tiny.
Bah. I need to be more careful daydreaming.
No point fearing things that can’t happen.
This is true, but I think you misunderstood the question. I meant are you afraid of losing, not winning.
Think you're so clever, don't you?
Bah. I need to be more careful daydreaming.
You scared to bet big?
No, sir. You scared to lose?
No point fearing things that can't happen.
Bah. I need to be more careful daydreaming.
I’d wager yes.
How much are we wagering here?
You scared to bet big?
Bah. I need to be more careful daydreaming.
Oh, I think you’d be surprised.
Would I?
I'd wager yes.
Bah. I need to be more careful daydreaming.
Sounds intriguing. But I bet you’re not as mysterious as you’d like to think.
Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. But I’m sure you’re not as badass as you’d like to think.
Oh, I think you'd be surprised.
Bah. I need to be more careful daydreaming.
Oh, I know. But trust you? Yeah, not yet.
Probably a good idea on your part. Never know what I’m up to.
Sounds intriguing. But I bet you're not as mysterious as you'd like to think.