Think I've seen this film

Dwight Carlyle. 37 years old. Ex military. Small town Chef. Wolf. I'll see you around.

[chefdwight]

avaxsinclair​:

She was not sure if what she was feeling now could be compared to what someone returning from war was feeling. After all wasn’t the tragedy of a soldier that he remembered what he had done? What he had seen? Or how it had felt? But Ava remembered nothing. Only fire and darkness, waking up on burned forest floor. But she did not tell him that. All her life she had been proud of being a witch, but right now she would have given anything and everything to get rid of every trace of magic, every trace of memory. Ava nodded as she listened to him, her mood getting a little bit better at least. It was kind of him, to help her like this. “Then I shall make sure to get the best dog treats they sell. After all Winston deserves a thank you for all he is doing to help me”, she smiled while petting the dog. His owner deserved even more thanks, but Ava was sure he’d refuse any attempts she could make. “It’s getting late though, isn’t it? Maybe I should head home”, a sigh left her lips, “I am staying with my mom and after all… I do not want to scare her even more”, she said her goodbyes to the gentle dog and then got onto her feet. “Thanks for talking to me, Dwight. Can I ask a favour of you though? It’s all right if you say no, if it is too much”

Dwight gave the younger woman a sad smile. The world could be cruel, even to those who didn’t deserve it. He’d seen that a lot in his life, both in the human and supernatural worlds. There was darkness and it was often people like Ava who were harmed by it. He nodded as she spoke. “You’ll make him a very happy dog. He’s easy to please,” he laughed gently. “I can take you? I don’t mind. I am sure your mom wants you near her side and you probably need her right now more than you know.” He nodded. “Of course, you don’t need to thank me for that. Yes, you can ask me anything.”

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felgregori​:

“One day they’ll be ashamed of it.” He chuckled, thinking back to his own youth. “I… can catch your scent yes.” He nodded, not wanting to draw attention to the fact the man was a werewolf. “I imagine you like it as much as our kind, you do not feel the cold no?” he asked curiously. 

“Are you waiting for it?” he laughed. “I mean, I have some hairstyles I’m pretty ashamed of twenty years ago,” Dwight joked. “Hmm, I suppose we all do. Though it’s not something I want to bring up with every person I meet. How they smell.” He nodded. “Not as much as I used to, no. My temperature runs warmer.”

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flissthomas​:

“See, I know you too well already.” Fliss laughed, leaning back against the wall of the restaurant. “Good luck with that. I don’t dislike it i just… am not a massive fan. Christmas parties, family dos, it’s all a lot. The coven does a big thing every year.” 

“Well, I rather like that you know me already. I want you to,” he smiled, his eyes glancing over her. “I really accept that challenge. Don’t worry, I don’t give up easy. I will find something you like. Doesn’t have to be big.”

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felgregori​:

“Bah and those awful abbreviations kids these days do.” he pulled a face, clearly disgusted by the topic. His age was really showing. “I do… as much as i hate them our kind…” He assumed the werewolf could smell him, as he could the wolf. “If we do not move with the time we get left behind. Although… that does not mean we can’t disapprove.” He chuckled. “I do enjoy snow.”

“Oh don’t worry, even I’m too old for that,” he laughed, shaking his own head. “You mean... vampires. I am sure you know what I am too?” he asked, nodding as he spoke. “Yeah, you’re still here. Can’t stay in the past. I mean, I still disapprove of some things and I was born in the 1980s.” Dwight smiled. “The snow really adds to the atmosphere this time of year. Watching it from the window.”

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remy-irving​:

“Pray that you never find out.” Remy said, scrunching his face. “I blame having too many useless facts clogging up the space I could be using for knowing how to cook.” He shrugged.

“Always support local.” Remy said with a grin. 

“Of course she did! We’ve all been a little tense lately, so I’m glad she gave us a space to let loose. Love that girl.” He said, fondly.

“Oh, now I am sure it’s not that bad. I bet you have a signature meal hidden up your sleeve somewhere,” Dwight laughed gently. “Well, I am sure those facts do have their uses and I am definitely sure I won’t know most of them. We all have our things.”

He smiled. “We all have to support our small community, huh?” He nodded, happy to talk about the girl. “She thought about everyone. It was a great thing to do. And she really is a lovely girl.”

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flissthomas​:

“If i am a paying customer, i’ll jsut order your cooking.” She smiled again at the man. “It’s not that i don’t like it, it jsut always ended in some sort of fight in my family.”

“Okay, fair point. I don’t turn down money. Wouldn’t be good for business,” he joked, smiling back at her. “Well, I would love to be the man who changes how you feel about it.”

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remy-irving​:

“You don’t have to sell me on it!” Remy said, “The best thing about being a terrible cook is that I get to just enjoy everyone else’s cooking without all the fuss.” He joked.

“As soon as I’m done with all the leftover’s from Fliss Thanksgiving party, I’ll get started on trying out the new menu.” Remy promised. With his cooking skills being what they were he’d long ago learned to hoard as much food as he could. 

“There you go, that’s exactly what I like to hear. I mean, not that I think you’re a terrible cook, I wouldn’t know. But that is great business for me,” he laughed. “I’ll hold you to that,” Dwight joked. “Fliss did do a good party though.” He smiled to himself as he mentioned the girl. 

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felgregori​:

“Hmmm life was easier when one had to make effort to communicate.” He huffed holding up his phone. “Then they are fools. The weather is turning here… it won’t be long now.”

“Ah, you mean face to face conversations? Not a few words in a message,” he laughed lightly. “You have one though.” Dwight nodded. “I do like talking to people myself. Though phones are great when you don’t know what to say,” he joked. “Hmm, the air is definitely icy enough.”

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flissthomas​:

Fliss raised a brow. “I’m not a big Christmas freak. I just kinda let it pass me by.” She half smiled. “But i’m sure you make great business on it, it must keep you busy.”

“Fine, you don’t get my cooking then,” he tried to keep a straight face, though a small smile crept onto his features. “Yeah, it does. I like it,” he nodded, straightening up some menus.

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avaxsinclair​:

She smiled through her tears, turning her gaze towards him for a few heartbeats. What he said truly helped, even if Ava was not sure she deserved so much kindness. “It is not that I do not want to tell the police”, she explained, more to herself than to Dwight, “But I simply cannot remember. They say it may come back, my memory. I am not sure I want that” There was no use in knowing now, was there? Her sister was gone and apparently so was the man that caused all this heartbreak and pain in the first place. So why bother finding out why? “I shall remember that you and Winston were here for me”, she ruffled through the dog’s fur affectionately, “And I shall make sure that the next time we see each other I’ll have some dog-sweets with me. If you won’t let me thank you, at least I can thank him. Right Winston?” 

Dwight gave the girl a slight smile, her tear filled eyes making him reach out and squeeze her shoulder once more. “And if it doesn’t come back, it doesn’t come back. Maybe there’s a reason your mind doesn’t wish to remember. Believe me, I have seen men from war who block out certain memories... myself included,” he admitted to the younger girl. “Don’t push yourself. Your memories will come back in their own time. And if they never do, you don’t have to apologise to anyone for that,” he tried to reassure he. “Me and Winston are here for you, we both promise,” he nodded in response, smiling down at the dog for a moment. “Winston is not going to say no to that.”

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flissthomas​:

“Now i know.” She smiled, watching the man. “You really take most things as compliments, i’m not sure a date could go badly with that positive thinking. But then i did invite you.”

“Now you know and we have no secrets,” Dwight laughed gently, his eyes flicking over her face. “Well, I’m confident, at least in myself that way. And I enjoy flirting with you. You did, so yes, I am confident. You wanted me there.”

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oh-jazzy​:

“I agree with that, I love bacon.” Jazz grinned at the mention of the witch. “Oh… her party? As her date. I remember now. How did it go? Has she fallen madly for your charms?” 

“I love you too. I trust you ‘cause you love bacon,” he joked. “Yeah, her Thanksgiving party. I don’t know if I was that but it was nice. I definitely flirted with her. I might be breaking her down.”

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felgregori​:

“Hmmm they are a problem that is for sure.” She smiled, quirking a brow. “Who doesn’t love christmas. I might be dead. But i have a soul.” He chuckled. “Not snow like here, a light dusting.”

“A problem?” he laughed, curious of the man’s opinion on the matter. “I mean, I am sure someone out there doesn’t.” Dwight smiled. “Snow definitely adds to the atmosphere.”

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felgregori​:

Felix nodded. “Life was pretty ordinary the rest of the time, but my parents loved Christmas. That is one thing i like about this town… the snow.” 

“I mean, life is pretty ordinary now, just with phones and wifi,” he laughed lightly. “And you still love Christmas? You didn’t grow up with snow?”

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felgregori​:

Felix took the menu, pretending to peruse it. “You know… Christmas has become quite simple. Back in my day we had fabulous feasts. Turkeys, Ducks, Goose.” 

Dwight nodded as the man spoke. “You know, that sounds pretty fabulous to me. I can imagine it was a great affair?” he asked with interest,

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oh-jazzy​:

“Tell me there’s pigs in blankets. If the pigs aren’t in blankets i’m out.” She grinned, she loved the meat at christmas she wasn’t going to lie about that. “How was your thanksgiving?”

“Your wish is my command, yes, they’re on the menu. There’s no Christmas without them,” he joked, smiling back at the girl. “Good, really nice. I had dinner with my parents and then I went to Fliss’ party which was nice.”

[chefdwight]

“You’ll be glad to know, well maybe you won’t but my Christmas menu is out. Just spreading the news. The Christmas cheer and my business,” the wolf laughed, offering the other a smile.