[drdeweyf]

nate-princeofstrays‌:

Nate blamed it on the bad luck that had taken to haunt him. Between getting followed around, losing his honorary sister, popping up in the dreams of bigots and meeting Ridley, it was no wonder that he had done something as dumb as accepting Dewey’s offer of a date. Gods. He’d taken to sleeping all day to avoid sleeping at night, only feeding by kissing. Being as shit at being an incubus as he was, he couldn’t handle the feeling of fingers on his skin, not now. The last time he’d tried… well, thankfully the girl had put a halt to it. Nate didn’t blame her. It must be freaky to get into bed with someone, only for them to stop any movement and stare into space, completely non-responsive. Not the first time something like that had happened, but it was a pretty good indicator of how badly he was doing in the head department at the moment. So, he’d accepted Dewey’s invitation. Because he was an idiot and irresponsible. Nate, desperate for a pick-me-up, had struck like a viper at the idea of meeting the man again— even if it was at a bakery and he hadn’t needed physical food since he had turned 16.

By the time he was entering the shop, he was humming and, embarrassingly, skipping with an enthusiasm he hadn’t felt in weeks. His eyes lit up when they found what they were looking for. “Oh, I know that handsome fella,” was the cheery greeting he gave as he slid into the seat with a smile that was way too bright. Not slick, but who cared about slick these days? Slick was boring. “Hope I didn’t make you wait for too long.”

While the agitating turn of his nerves seemed to mount the longer he sat still, Dewey nearly bucked out of his seat with relief as he noted a distinct shift in the air. Nate's scent carried on the wind - and no, it certainly wasn't odd that he had memorized the smell already, and could definitely pinpoint it in a small bakery already abounding with various other pleasant aromas. He simply possessed keen senses, that was all. The one aspect of his being that he didn't absolutely detest. It allowed him a measure of caution that couldn't be afforded otherwise. Or in this case, a reprieve from the ever-present gnawing of anticipation. The mere sight of the other has him perking up, but when it's visibly apparent that Nate doesn't appear reluctant or otherwise displeased to be there, Dewey can feel his nerves beginning to dissipate. In one sense, at least. The rest of his mind that occupies means of speech and movement is still a haphazard mess, and he takes a steadying breath before offering a small, closed mouth smile towards Nate. Handsome. Dear God, he's doing to do him in before they've even ordered anything! "I'd hope my face wasn't too forgettable," came his lightly chuckled reply, fingers threading themselves together before his chin. "Not long at all. In fact, I was almost late getting here myself. Had a few bits of paperwork to attend to - trifling matter, though. Are you hungry? I hope so, I believe they just brought out a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls,"

[drdeweyf]

@nate-princeofstrays

He had caved. He had given Nate his number and in hindsight, it was an impulsive decision that for once, he didn't find himself immediately regretting. Otherwise he may have relegated himself to turning on the radio night after night, listening to Nate's broadcasts sullenly and wondering 'what if'? Now that he had dove right into the thick of this... whatever it was they had going on, though, it meant the real challenge was to begin. Yes, they were still both in the same boat of learning about each other, but would that be enough to capture Nate's interest? He seemed sufficiently interested in his profession as a doctor, which he once again couldn't seem to thank enough for bailing him out of a potentially awkward conversation of 'So what do you do again?'. Not to toot his own horn, but it wasn't every day you met a cardiologist, after all. Still, there was an undeniable churning inside his stomach when he crossed the threshold of The Pie Hole. He couldn't dispel it with even the most vigorous of self-confidence boosting mantras. It felt glued to his gut, solidifying even as he sat down at a table in the rear. No doubt his nerves were going to end up costing him what would have otherwise been a comfortable outing with a new acquaintance. It was so like him, readying for failure before Nate had yet to set foot inside the establishment. Maybe this was a mistake. Technically there was still time for him to cancel, right?-- No, no, he had to stop doing this to himself. He could get through a few words and some tasteless pastry. Hopefully.

[bnbrns]

[drdeweyf]

amarikeita‌:

Amari couldn’t help the amused smile that spread across her features once he said that.  She looked at him and shrugged.  It came as no surprise that Maeve was already back to her old tricks.  Despite warning her to keep a low profile less the hunters track her down, she knew her progeny could not resist.  “She’s more like family,” Amari told him.  “I turned her.”  Times were different when Amari turned Maeve.  They were different people.  Amari herself was a very different person.  Times had changed a lot since then.  Knowing Dewey she could only imagine whatever Maeve talked him into was more than he had ever bargained for.  Maybe she’d have to speak with her progeny about not corrupting the young and confused vampires.

Listening to his troubles, Amari wished she could paint him a picture of the timeline, but she couldn’t.  It was unique for each vampire.  Others had an easier time adjusting.  “There is no way to say,” Amari told him.  “But you need to find the root of what makes you uncomfortable with what you are.  Then you can deal with it and eventually learn to except that piece as part of who you are.”  She took a deep breath then, her gaze watching his face for any shift in his expression.  “Were you brought up with anti-supernatural beliefs?” Amari prompted.  “Or is the issue you have a moral one based on the blood and the violence?”  Deep down Amari wanted to help him.  Over the centuries she had taken plenty of vampires under her wing to try and help.  She wanted to do the same for Dewey no matter what.  He deserved guidance and a chance to truly make the most of his second chance at life.

Dewey's expression showcased his surprise - no, utter shock at the revelation. Brows drawn together and raised, lips parted to release a stunted, "Wha--" before he thought better of himself. He couldn't be the one to judge sires and their progeny, he had absolutely no right. Yet even as he willed his facial features to smooth over, a lingering sense of befuddlement still remained. "Well, that is... interesting. I suppose that none of this is news to you then? That she's been so... brash for quite some time?" Not that he even truly cared. What was Murphy to him besides a decidedly tricky to remove thorn in his side? Nothing. And that was how he cared to keep things. 

Of course there wasn't. Just his luck that a book on how to be a practical, normal vampire wouldn't exist. And he truly loathed to pester Amari with these sorts of questions. The occasional inquiry was one thing, but asking her about the true meaning to their life? Their very existence? This was another affair entirely. A part of who he was. That felt so much less like acceptance and more akin to resigning. At her question, he couldn't help but grimace slightly. His parents... well, while they were known for attending church regularly, weren't outwardly prejudiced against supernaturals. Although they didn't make an effort showing their support for equal rights, either. Dewey had grown to believe that they should be allowed and accepted into society, but after becoming one of them, he could also understand why some didn't feel the same. "I believe it has to do with that, yes. The blood shed, what we have to do in order to survive. Blood is precious, even more so as a vampire, and yet... I was a glutton that night. It was disgusting, Amari. I felt-- I still feel ashamed," Perhaps he had his sire to thank for the lack of knowledge and feelings of resentment. They weren't exactly equipped to handle any progeny, no matter if they thought otherwise. “I didn’t exactly have the most attentive sire, either. Very little aside from the general basics were disclosed to me. Everything else I... learned on my own,” 

[drdeweyf]

torresjake‌:

Truly, Jake had little to be afraid about while in Dewey’s presence. He trusted Dewey. He trusted him enough to know that, if ever faced in a dire or dangerous situation, the other man would be someone Jake could call. But tonight didn’t seem all that dangerous. Sure, it seemed a little ominous – creepy, even – but not dangerous. 

“Alright, alright,” he conceded, then. Even though he might not have thought it was that unsafe outside, Dewey certainly seemed to think so. And if Dewey thought so, Jake was not one who would disagree. “If you think it isn’t safe, then I trust your judgment. I trust you above everything else.” The last part slipped out without a second thought, but it was true nonetheless. The truest thing he’d said the entire night, in fact.

Trying his very best not to blush, but failing to do so, Jake took a step closer to Dewey and allowed himself to look at the other for a moment. He really didn’t want to trouble the other man by staying in his apartment, since tonight – out of all nights – surely must’ve been a busy time for Dewey. And, even if not, Jake didn’t want to bother him all the same. Still, the idea of going into Dewey’s apartment – and staying the night! – did appeal to Jake’s interest, so much so that he couldn’t help but nod immediately at the other’s additional suggestion. He didn’t take a second more to think it through, nor did he really consider all the options at hand. Staying at Dewey’s seemed like the best option, so it was what would be done. 

Squaring his shoulders and putting on the best smile he could muster (although it wasn’t that hard, what with Dewey’s mere presence making him smile all the more), Jake followed after Dewey as soon as he motioned him to come over. It was natural, then, to fall into step beside him as the two started to walk in the direction of where the other lived.

“So,” Jake said, casting a quick glance at the other man. “Where do you live, exactly? Not that it’s any of my business, really. I mean, I guess it is, but also, I mean–” A nervous laugh erupted from him. “Sorry, sorry. I guess I’m just a little nervous. Not in a bad way, though. Only in a good way.” Stop talking, Torres. Stop talking. “Is it a long walk from here to your apartment? If it is, I don’t mind. I mean, walking with you is always nice. Talking with you is nice. Do you like walking in the evenings? I used to, before I moved here. Now people tell me it always isn’t such a good idea.” Always the rambler, Jake never knew when to stop. 

While Shadow Falls wasn't exactly as high on the danger meter as larger, more densely populated cities he could think of, it still held a measure of dread on the full moon. Any place did, but Dewey also had to remind himself that Jake was human. A rather kind one, and on more than one occasion all too frail, as all humans were when pinned against the supernatural. There had been a fierce sense to protect that welled within him even before he considered the other a friend. Now it only served to make him, perhaps a little more paranoid than usual, but knowing his kind, along with other supernaturals, he could make no guarantees about Jake's safety. And that was what spurred him on the insistence to move, and once Jake agreed, a visible relief flooded Dewey's features. "Good. Believe me, I wouldn't caution you if I didn't think there was need for it," Trust wasn't something easily given where it concerned Dewey. And to gain another's, to know that Jake would put his trust in his judgement, well. It gave him a fair moment's pause, gaze flickering over the other's before he nodded once. "Then I intend to keep it," Said with all the simplicity in the world, and yet underneath lay a solid foundation. The fact that it was with a human spoke volumes for Dewey; he had gone years with dismissing them if they weren't his patients, and even in that case he'd keep them at arm's length. But there was an undeniable earnestness about Jake, a sweetness, a light that tugged at him and beckoned that he inch closer. A moth to a brilliant flame, and even if it would wind up burning him, well, he could at least enjoy their few moments together. Yes, that would suffice. That's what he had to keep telling himself. Otherwise he was liable to cut the other off and never utter a word of explanation as to why. But could he really do that to Jake? He honestly didn't want to know the answer, not just yet. The rambling hardly ever served to annoy Dewey. No, quite the opposite, he found himself rather tuned to hear, whatever the words may be. Oh, wait-- he thought he lived in an apartment. That was... "Not too far. But enough of a walk that, if you need to rest, we always can. There are a few benches along the way," In spite of himself, the corner of his lip twitched upwards, curiosity cast Jake's direction. "A good nervous? Forgive me, that's a bit hard to believe on a night like this. For as many full moon's as I've endured, one finds that even repetition can house unknown factors. Ones to be feared," Perhaps his tone was a little more grave than necessary, but he needed Jake to understand. So that in the future, he wouldn't be so eager to come to the aid of phantom cats. "I do enjoy the occasional stroll, yes. But I'd heed those warnings. Unless you're in the company of another, it isn't exactly wise to take walks when people have closed their doors. Safety in numbers, as they say,"

[drdeweyf]

xtillinorwood‌:

Mattie was a little shocked when the dog followed after him. The more she thought on it, the more it made sense. Dogs love to run. But it worked so well while the dog seemed easily distracted by everything moments before. She did not want to push it and waste time questioning it, not while it was working. With a shrug she jogged after them. 

“So, uh… how far away is the vet?” she asked. Running and working out were not a problem for her. It was not like she needed to breathe. Yet she still believed this would be torture. “Do you think he will make it? How long do dogs run? …But if we tire him out, he might be easier to walk with later.” As she followed behind, she kept an eye on the dog. If he was going to stray away, she was ready to jump him and pull him back down their path.

The idea had it's flaws, surely, but for the time being it appeared to be working. Besides, this particular dog appeared ready and raring to go, so he hoped that Matilda would feel much the same. "Not too terribly far, likely a few more blocks if I'm not mistaken," They had only just cleared the outskirts of the park now, but if their new companion required a break due to tuckering out, it would work out just fine. At least that way there was less chance of him running off if he was worn down a bit, and Dewey silently agreed that the entire ordeal would be all the more easier. Although that left the situation between himself and Matilda. They couldn't very well run in silence the entire time, could they? "So... how have you been?"

[drdeweyf]

nate-princeofstrays‌:

Similar to a blanket that had been left next to an open window, a brief moment passed before the fabric absorbed his body heat and helped keep him warm. Nate didn’t question it, maybe Dewey’s body temperature was just low by nature. There were far more important things to consider at the moment, like why he didn’t feel the urge to mess with the other. It wasn’t the attraction that held him back, he knew that, because it never did. By all accounts, Dewey seemed like the perfect prey for his tricks; composed, well-spoken, a little hesitant at the moment maybe, a stranger. Just one false statement and he would be able to see that brow furrow, those dark eyes widen a little in confusion or maybe narrow in annoyance. It would be delicious. And yet here he was, being far nicer than usual. Not that he was a jerk, ‘course not, but it was far easier to keep people at a distance when he sabotaged their attempts to understand him. “I’d like that,” Nate replied instead, because he was an idiot. “Though we could also get you that black coffee.” This wasn’t the first time someone expressed interest in him, he had no excuse to smile this widely about it.

Had they known each other better, perhaps he would have been more concerned about Dewey’s apparent lack of confidence. As it was, all he could concentrate on in that moment was the fact that the man didn’t want him to get tired of him. So Nate wasn’t being too hopeful if he read a little more into this then, nor was he the only one afraid of messing up. Knowing that they were on the same page made it easier to regain his composure, as if it had never left in the first place. Oh, how he had missed the little shit. Hopefully his calmness would rub off on the other, the way nervousness seemed wont to do. “Sounds good,” he replied, a cheeky grin playing around his lips. “But you might regret that offer — you see, if I come across a new topic, I have to understand it enough to be able to explain it to someone else or I’ll be frustrated. Prepare for a lot of dumb questions, Doctor. You might want to consider accepting tuition payments from me.”

A fleeting thought that Nate happened to wear the article of clothing rather well would have had Dewey smiling fondly. If he wasn't currently biting down so hard on his bottom lip that surely an indent would be left by his front teeth. He found that particular habit kicking into overdrive now, and he had to be cautious in order not to draw blood. The last thing he needed was for Nate to see black spilling past his lips. Not only would it effectively give his nature away, but he would look quite the fool attempting to stem it back. Although, there were already a few things he could think of that would constitute as making a spectacle of himself. He never was really adept when it came to situations like these. They only served to fluster him severely, as if the universe had given him a heart made of paper-mache rather than flesh and blood. Fluttering and crinkling at the slightest breeze. Which, now that Nate had officially offered a 'yes' to his backwards way of asking for another possible outing, he could have sworn that he tasted copper. Oh, grand. Swallowing quickly, Dewey nodded. "Good, good. I'd very much... like that as well," Wait, hadn't he already said that? Damn it. Had he given himself away? Absolutely. The desire to see the other again was all too apparent, and he realized that it didn't truly matter. If this stranger decided he was coming on too strong, then that would be the end of it. He decided he wouldn't be the one to give out his number. It was normally a gesture he would make the initial move on, but not this time. He would continue their walk, and although it would gnaw at him like the worst of hunger pangs, wait to see if Nate genuinely wanted to see where things would go. Maybe he was reading a little too much into a chance encounter, but he couldn't help it. Isolation could work for so long, and loneliness was a companion for only so much. Despite the insistence that he didn't need anyone, he still craved the companionship, deep down. "Is that so? I believe you'll find that I'm a rather patient teacher; and one whom believes that there really is no such thing as a stupid question, so long as you're asking in the earnest search for knowledge. I'll have to deduct a few points for teasing, however,"

[drdeweyf]

pastor-silasbahar‌:

Silas wanted to tear down the veil between them, the dark barrier that kept him from grabbing the man by the wrists and making him see the God in Silas’ eyes. Dewey was his golden goose: a supernatural with a sense of remorse, with an awareness of the human soul, seeking the light of God. Never before in all his years had Silas experienced that, nor had he ever heard of it from his family’s generations of members of the Shepherds of Glory. Dewey was an anomaly, but what if he didn’t have to be? What if other supernaturals could cast aside their sins, exorcise the demon inside of them, and reclaim power over their vessels once more?

“The demon in you is, yes,” Silas insisted. His intention was to save, not to patronize. How could he convey that to the man a few inches from him? “But you, Dewey, were simply a vessel for the demon to control. But I believe you show great promise,” he explained, leaned closer to the veil, his wild eyes searching for the details on the man’s face. What was his expression? Were Silas’ words reaching him at all? “God forgives all of his children. You coming here today, confessing, and your candor about your sins…It shows that your humanity is not lost,” Silas explained. He took a breath, wracking his mind for answers, trying to anticipate Dewey’s questions or next response. His voice softened.

“Don’t you think it’s worth it? To try and save yourself?” He asked, lowering his voice. “Maybe you wouldn’t have to live much longer with the guilt. There can be a holy way to end this nightmare for you. To live out the rest of your days and die the way God intended you to.”

What if this had been a mistake? A misguided attempt at seeking out a God who had long since forsaken him and his kind, due to their unholy nature? The longer he sat inside of the booth, the ever-present sense of claustrophobia grew, closing in on his tensed frame. He had heard enough of Silas' sermons to realize that what he was saying, and the manner in which he preached, all of it held the utmost conviction. He truly believed every word and, after a while, it had penetrated Dewey's own rocky belief system. Enough that now he sat in a confessional booth with a preacher feeding him words of possible redemption. It just all seemed too good to be true. 

But there was a desperation, a part of him that longed to believe in the words being said. As impossible a belief it was, maybe there was some truth to what Silas' kept on insisting. He fell into complete silence for a long moment, lips parted in want to say something but missing any audible notes.  Was there a God capable of forgiving so much blood shed? He didn't want to admit that he still idly wondered if God even existed; the idea of one had been something more of a tether to hold onto while he confessed, a nice idea at the time, but nothing to actually put a large amount of stock into. Silas certainly believed in one that was capable of grandiose things; limitless, if everything he was saying were to actually be true. "I want to think so. There's not a day that's gone by where I haven't hoped for a way towards exactly what you're saying. Perhaps it's... a lack of faith," That was an understatement. "Perhaps that's why I keep attending your services. Wanting it to be restored, to believe in something greater than only what I can see," His knuckles were a ghostly white as they sat, threaded together and unsteadily jostled on his jogging leg. "What are you suggesting, pastor? What... way could I end this nightmare?" What could Silas possibly know that he didn't?

[drdeweyf]

nate-princeofstrays‌:

Nate couldn’t help it, he froze. As far as he had come since starting therapy years ago, in some instances his past would always come out to play. Any gesture could have hidden strings attached and in some cases those strings were worse than going without help. His eyes roamed the other’s face, searching for anything that hinted at deception. A moment passed before he remembered that most people didn’t go out of their way to trick him, especially not those who seemed so hesitant. No, if there was something off about Dewey, he’d have realized it sooner. So he played his wide-eyed look off as surprise, accepting the hoodie with a brilliant smile. “That’s the most gentlemanly thing anyone has done for me in a long time,” he explained himself as he slipped it on, heart pounding. It wasn’t a lie. “Thanks. Just let me know when you feel the cold and I’ll give it back.” With his 6'5" wearing another’s clothes was a novelty, usually it was the other way around. “I wouldn’t mind going to the bakery though.” It was stupid, but he was charmed by Dewey’s gesture. Not only had he noticed his fight with the cold, he had inconvenienced himself to protect him from it.

“That’s what I keep telling him and yet he still tried to run.” His sigh was exaggerated, fake glare fixated on his dog while he listened to the other. Dandy didn’t notice it, because Dandy was an animal and didn’t care. Maybe Dewey was being humble, maybe it was self-deprecation, but either way it was hard to agree with his words. “You know, I do believe that you think that about yourself,” he started, voice light. “But my definition of ‘exciting’ probably differs from yours. For example, you’re the only person I ever met who is interested in cardiology. That makes you interesting as far as I’m concerned.” Who did he think he was right now? An incubus didn’t have the privilege of pining after people the way other species did, he’d starve to death if he pussyfooted around. Nonetheless, the only time Nate flirted with anyone was when he needed to feed. It wasn’t a recreational thing. “Don’t worry, Dewey, you haven’t disappointed me so far.” Gods help him.

Initially, Dewey felt the creeping fingers of regret clawing down his back. Perhaps he was being too forward? In all his concern, he didn't think to realize that most gestures like these were typically reserved for a first date. And here he was, pulling it out of his pocket so easily. So when Nate finally did grasp hold of the fabric, relief flooded his system like a soothing aloe, hands clasping together around the leash once more. "Oh, it's really no trouble at all. I don't get cold too easily anyhow, so please, no worrying," His eyes seemed to get ahead of themselves as he watched Nate don his hoodie, a small sensation of pride welling up inside of his chest. He had successfully managed to carry out the gesture, without much of a hitch. Sometimes it felt that little victories such as these were larger in the grand scheme of things. "Oh? Well, we can certainly stop by any time. Perhaps... even another time, if you'd like," Was this reaching? It was, wasn't it? But the momentary rise in his self confidence was bearing fruit, and he couldn't help but sink his teeth into it before they withered or became rotten. Which happened rather easily for Dewey. His confidence was a fickle beast, constantly wrestled with and elusive at most times. Lacking it occurred on a daily basis, and outside of his profession, he rather fell into the trap of feeling low in himself all too often. He glanced at Nate from out of the corner of his eyes, suddenly very small, considerably timid in the moment. And then, of course, he had his work to thank for actually finding something of value connected to himself. Like an ace in the hole. "So far," he repeated, a small, if somewhat grim smile spreading onto his features. He sighed, fingers of his free hand coming up to pass over his face. "My apologies. I'll... do my best not to disappoint. Perhaps it's a bit much to offer to a pleasant stranger, but I'd loathe to think of you growing tired of me already. I happen to house a multitude of heart-related stories, so, if you're ever curious, I'm more than happy to share,"

[drdeweyf]

josephinevidales‌:

It wasn’t necessary for Sophie to do much talking in this little exchange considering the man was changing his mind slowly by the second as he thought more of her suggesting. Mainly, that was her intention given the way the young werewolf noticed the dogs eyes gloss over the more it looked at the man. Every puppy needed a good home, after all. “I think you should think about it for a little bit and then get back to me on whether or not I should make the calls ‘cause I wouldn’t want you to end up regretting the decision of making a new friend,” she told the man with a small shrug of the shoulders. But as the dog soon turned it’s attention to her, the girl’s eyes lit up as she crouched down and allowed the animal to sniff her hand before gently running her hands against it’s fur. “Que lindo!” She cooed, smiling at the dog as a hand tucked hair behind her ear, eyes soon shifting towards the man, “Well, he’s certainly a little attention seeker but they always make for cuddly friends. My cat is exactly the same way and I wouldn’t be able to see myself without her.”

"Perhaps," he mused, turning the idea over inside of his head. Ever since he could recall, he had always been fond of animals, particularly the furry sort on four legs. And this particular canine appeared to be in rather good health, although a trip to the vet still seemed like the best course of action. One could never be too careful, and he would feel awful if an underlying problem went unearthed. "At the very least, I can keep an eye on him for a few days, take him for a check-up before making a decision," Despite his words, Dewey couldn't blame his new companion for shifting subjects so quickly. From his limited experience, a dog's attention span could be rather short he found. And with this one, it seemed to be true; perhaps his mind was so excited by the prospect of not only receiving pets from one, but two parties. A soft hum of amusement rose in his throat, head tilted as he regarded the dog once more. "Is that so? Funnily enough, I'd always imagined myself housing a cat before a dog. But, I suppose this isn't exactly an unwelcome new companionship either. Although I really do hope nobody is missing him,"

[drdeweyf]

torresjake‌:

Jake was known for being someone who smiled quite often. Whether in the company of friends or acquaintances, he was altogether a person who smiled without fault and hesitation. Take any situation – good or bad – and he was still smiling. Still putting up the facade that he was always, without doubt, happy and positive. But with Dewey, his smile, if possible, seemed to brighten inexplicably, and there was no doubt that it was a smile that wasn’t at all forced. Dewey was someone Jake had gotten to know well over the last few months. He considered him a friend, a confidant, and someone he could trust. But more than anything, he was someone who made Jake happy.

Now, as he stood in front of him – wanting to step even closer – Jake did his best to stay where he was. Dewey didn’t seem uncomfortable as much as he seemed a little tense, so Jake took that as a sign to keep his distance unless the other permitted it. 

Face lighting up at the chuckle that fell past the other man’s lips, Jake started to laugh too. And then stopped.  “You’re… worried about me?” This certainly caught him off-guard. For a moment, his features went to something akin to surprise, before reverting back to the previous expression he wore. “Well, I appreciate that. I do, really, but you don’t need to worry about me. I’m as great as a whistle.” A pause. “Or is the term clean as a whistle…? Nonetheless, I’m alright. Superb. Great. Fantastic.”

He would’ve gone on if not for the suggestion Dewey made. As surprised as he was, Jake was not in favor of bothering the other man or burdening him with his troubles. But he was, at the very least, interested in the proposal. Plus, he didn’t really have anyone else to call, nor anywhere else to go. 

“Are you sure?” The question was asked quietly. Nervously, even. “I– uh. I don’t want to be a bother. Besides, I’m sure it’ll be fine if I stay out here until morning. Nothing that bad can happen, right?” But the offer was something that could easily solve the problem at hand. “I mean, um. If you’re sure you’re alright with it, then I’m - I’d love to. But only if it’s not a bother. If it is, it’s more than alright if I stay out here for the night.”

The fact that Dewey had managed to catch Jake outside, on the full moon of all things, filled him to the brim with both dread and relief. How long had he been sitting outside? Who else had passed by him in the meantime? Were they planning on coming back? Paranoid thoughts of this sort flickered through out his mind, a string of horrible possibilities that could befall his human companion all too tangible. And yet, through all of these what-if's and maybe's, Jake was smiling. Smiling! He had known the other to be a rather chipper persona, even when Dewey knew for a fact that he wasn't feeling up to snuff. But to think that despite the myriad of dangers the full moon brought into existence, Jake still wore his grin. Dewey attempted to steel himself against the ever surging urges encroaching upon him, clearing his throat and taking a step closer to Jake. He could control himself. And he had to remember, his hunger wasn't as voracious, his appetite could be controlled. Young vampire he may be, he was also a person with a capacity to stave off the worst of desires. And he wouldn't compromise on his morals, especially not with someone he truly cared for. "Jake, I know this may seem to be just another night, but you must understand that it's not. There are real dangers out and about tonight, and we're lucky one of them didn't get to you before I did," Was he sounding possessive? Perhaps a little, the thought alone causing him to grimace slightly, teeth scraping over his bottom lip. He simply sought to keep Jake out of harm's way; was that such a bad thing? "Whatever the... status of your whistle, I really must insist about this. Being outside simply isn't a safe option," The question gave him immediate pause. Was he certain? The selfish portion of his being nearly shouted absolutely. That this offer didn't stem from anywhere other than the kindness of his heart. And it was!... But, he wouldn't delude himself into thinking that inviting Jake into his home held only pure, selfless intentions. He wanted Jake to come over. Still, the need to keep him out of the open overrode any other possible wants, and he nodded firmly. "It's the only other option I can think of," Love to? For the umpteenth time, Dewey was actually grateful that he couldn't blush. "Besides that, it's much cheaper than renting a room for the night. I have a spare you can stay in, and then we can see about getting you back inside in the morning," A cursory glance over Jake's form with a small smile, he made a 'shall we?' motion with his hand. Although his home wasn't exactly too far away, he still wanted to get them moving. Staying in one spot for too long could spell trouble.

[drdeweyf]

nate-princeofstrays‌:

In his infinite wisdom, Nate had left his phone at home because of course he had. The items he had dived into this little dog-finding quest with were the leash, collar, his shoes and the feeling of panic, so although he wanted to call Zeke and tell him that Dandy had been found, it wasn’t going to happen. The dress shirt he was wearing, although hugging his frame nicely, made for a poor excuse of a jacket and he was starting to feel the cold biting at his skin, now that the heat from his sprint was fading away. Puh-lease, after all he’d been through in his life, he could take a little bit of shivering. Wasn’t there a superstition somewhere that idiots were immune to colds? He was fine. “No one’s gonna judge you for liking black coffee,” he replied lightheartedly, hands shoved into his pockets. “I try to avoid sweet things myself.” Not so much because he liked having his tongue assaulted by bitterness, he just couldn’t bare to treat himself. It was an outdated habit from his childhood— if you didn’t enjoy your food, it wouldn’t hurt as much when it was taken away.

Warmth was a teasing little fiend, batting its eyelashes at him and dashing away as soon as he made a grab for it, but the incubus wasn’t deterred. If he was cold, he’d just have to think warm thoughts. Zeke’s cats wearing tiny hats, talking about a topic he enjoyed on-air, the first time he’d kissed a succubus and realized that he wasn’t harmful to her. Maybe he should take that last one off the list, it was depressing. Pitch-black irises focused on Dewey instead, studying the movement of his fingers and the small smile. Now there was an even warmer thought, hello. “You have no idea. But that’s why he fits me so well, I’m the same.” His voice was dripping with fond amusement. Knowing Dandy, he would get distracted by something and drop the stick soon enough. “I remember that when I first went to look for a dog, I almost chose another one. But then this guy here picked me, just like he picked you out of all of these people here.” A crooked grin graced his lips. “Does that mean you’re tricky too or is this another example of opposites attracting?”

"Oh, I'm sure they won't. But there's always people saying you should try new things. And I'm afraid I'm quite set when it comes to a few things other than coffee as well," He hadn't even noticed the other's shudders initially, and the mere fact had Dewey internally slapping a palm against his forehead. For a lifetime spent wishing he was human, when these particular moments sprung up, he practically yearned for the ability to pump blood through his veins. At the very least, they could be cold together. After all, misery loved company, right? As it was, it would have made his hoodie considerably warmer as he slipped it off his frame. He was all at once grateful that he'd chosen a size larger, enjoying the coziness it provided - he doubted anything that fit him snugly would do for someone as... well, built, for Nate. "Oh?" Well, hopefully the gesture wouldn't give cause for cavities to spring up. He knew it was rather old fashioned but, so was he. "Then I suppose my suggestion for stopping by the bakery to get you out of this chill should be modified then. For now, I... hope you don't mind if I...?" Holding out the grey material, he awaited a response with hesitation, not wanting to overstep a boundary of any kind. Ah, so it seemed true. He could certainly glean a few similarities between the two friends at a simple first glance: whimsical, rather friendly, easy on the eyes - goodness, why did his train of thought always land back to that? A mental note was promptly scribbled down for Dewey to keep his mind off of the obvious handsome features of his newest acquaintance. If he continued to, he was liable to follow Dandy's habit of flecking saliva down his chin. And that would absolutely not do for making a good first impression. "Very interesting how animals seem to have that extra sense about people in general. And now look at you both, quite inseparable. Seems to be a perfect match," As much as Dewey willed his facial muscles to do otherwise, the smile only widened, and he had to physically press his lips together in order to fight it's flourish. "Mm. I would say it's more than likely the latter. I'm a rather simple fellow, likely to your disappointment. No real... exciting quirks or behaviors to speak of," Ah, there was the typical self-degradation. Downplay everything about his abilities and personality because, in the back of his mind, there wasn't anything remarkable to speak of.

[fairycosmos]

the songs moon river, can’t helping falling in love, dream a little dream of me and la vie en rose have such a particular and smooth vibe, they sound like they came straight out of heaven

[drdeweyf]

nate-princeofstrays‌:

The premise was simple; if you knew a lot, you never ran out of things to say and that was why Nate had learned early on in his career to cherish any opportunity to learn something new. Especially if it was a topic he knew jack squat about, like cardiology. So he played the listener for once, humming every once in a while to assure that Dewey still held his attention. “’S good, ain’t it?” Where had Dandy picked up that stick? “It was probably just bad luck, but I’ve met a lot of doctors that are… Hmm, rigid? Inflexible like diamonds. Thinking that they already knew everything and that was that. I admire that you’re so passionate about it that you still want to learn whatever you can.”

Nate’s background was so little of a secret that he was pretty sure enough of it had been mentioned for someone to note it down in his Wikipedia article. ‘1. Early Life, 1.1 Death of Mother, 1.2 Street Rat’ or something, it had been a while since he had last read it so who knew. The point was, it was something he was vocal about. All his youth had been spent either completely invisible or only attracting the worst attention, but either way he had always ended up silenced. He was done with that. Nonetheless, the incubus was well accustomed to the feeling and fear of rejection, his jaw only unclenching when Dewey’s reaction turned out to be a positive one. Gods, he was helpless. The gaze of the man was held by a relieved one of his own. “Thanks for saying that.” His tone was soft and there was a pleasant warmth in his chest at being called inspiring. Nate had always been a sucker for praise, the rarest of all treats, a trait way too embarrassing to share with anyone. What was he, some sad little orphan? Well, actually yes, but — nah. Awkward cough number two escaped his throat before he continued talking, because he was a suave man indeed. “I guess what we’ve learned from this is that you are amazing and I am inspiring. Truly a fearsome duo of strangers.”

The idea that anyone in their right state of mind could find his ramblings to be good conversation instantly struck Dewey as purely odd. He had a habit of either talking too little or too much; there never was an in-between, he'd found, which always made interactions with others a little more than trying at times. Still, it didn't appear as though he had scared off Nate just yet with his incessant chatter about his own interests. Which was a victory, minor yet still just as important as any other. "Oh, there's an abundance of those, unfortunately. Although, I suppose I have my--" My age, he meant to continue, but the same cold, creeping dread of exposing himself arose. Why on earth was he so hesitant around someone like Nate? He highly doubted that another supernatural would have a problem with his nature, and yet, being so ashamed of it himself seemed to freeze him in his tracks. "My experience, to thank for being a little less set in my ways. Although, I can't say that's the case for everything in my life. I take my coffee dark, with one sugar; absolutely no Splenda or other... additives, and I'm quite fixed on that order," Although he found his nerves rather easily frayed lately, nothing about the other's story had given him cause for any sort of alarm. No, quite the opposite, he was simply honored to have the information shared between them. Perhaps he had told this story myriads of times over, yet, Dewey found that a person's past was not always so easily revealed. His own had been preserved in a jar over decades old, that the idea of releasing it had him incredibly hesitant. "Of course, although I mean every word. Well, that and, it's not every day I get to meet a man with whose experiences in the world rival my own. It's quite an interesting... pleasant, turn of events," Idly smoothing his fingers over the leash in his grasp, the corner of his mouth slowly curved upwards. "Indeed. And to think, we may never have met otherwise. I can confidently say that my fondness for canines has increased considerably," Head tilted towards Dandy, he noted the stick now receiving a thorough basting of saliva in his maw, and he promptly chuckled. "Tricky one, isn't he?"

[drdeweyf]

xtillinorwood‌:

Mattie gave a nod while she watched the dog. With a dog this sweet, there was no way the family would not have him chipped. He would be home with his family soon. As the dog trotted away, Mattie laughed. “Oh, he’s going to be trouble,” she said. “Good thing he’s so sweet.” Now she was glad she wouldn’t be alone with the dog. She would definitely end up chasing him around town. And the doctor? She would feel awful watching him do the same if she left him. At least together they can tag team. Mattie started after the dog. She picked up the pace to make sure he wouldn’t slip away from them. 

She started to wonder how far away the vet was. She had no reason to visit before now. It would make the trek easier if they had a vehicle, or a leash. This may have turned into an adventure. “Man I wish I had a car. I feel bad dragging him all the way to the vet.” Once she reached the dog, she started petting him while holding his collar. The last thing she wanted was for him to panic and run. 

Dewey couldn't help but silently agree. While friendly, he seemed rather easily distracted, which would make leading him anywhere near impossible. Still, he wasn't going to simply allow the poor thing to wander any further. If something were to occur and he wound up injured or otherwise harmed, he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it. "We'll just have to see if we can keep his attention somehow. Although, the solution is a bit tricky to put into action, considering how far we are," Watching idly as Mattie currently held the canine's focus, he thought over their remaining options. Honestly, the only thing left to do was attempt leading the dog in the right direction. And then, like the initial spark of a match, Dewey had it. "C'mon boy, c'mon now!" he beckoned, beginning to jog off into the grass. He heard a definite bark and, just as he'd hoped, he was being followed in the same manner as their initial encounter. Staying in place, Dewey offered an apologetic glance to the blonde. "I hope you don't mind putting a little pep in your step? It seems he's most responsive to uh, particular physical activity,"

[blueincandescence]

[drdeweyf]

@murphyslawx

[drdeweyf]

torresjake‌:

Jake was not a foolish person, and yet he did, indeed, have his foolish moments. Locking himself out of his apartment was one thing, but for it to happen on a night of a full moon? It was downright idiotic. Not that Jake would ever admit this to himself. After all, there wasn’t any real danger that he could have been faced with… right?

The question he posed was answered a moment later with a familiar, and very welcoming, appearance. “Dewey, thank – thank goodness,” he said, and something akin to a nervous laugh – but sounding more like a hiccup – escaped the brunet. He wasn’t nervous. Wasn’t scared. Or, at least, he’d never admit that he was. Taking a few steps forward, a full-fledged grin was directed towards the other, just as he said, “I am insanely relieved to see you.”

Choosing to ignore the way Dewey rolled his eyes – out of endearment, he hoped – Jake gave another sort of grin, this one more apologetic than the last. “I heard a cat meowing outside my window. Not too sure if it was a cat, or something else entirely, but I got so excited that I just– I had to see if it was a cat. Turns out I forgot my key on the way out. So, uh– here I am.” Arms spread wide now in an attempt at comical relief, Jake chuckled again. “Hey, maybe it was a cat. Maybe not. Either way, cats are great. I’ve never had a cat before, and –” He stopped himself then, not wanting to go on a full (and very nervous) rant. 

For the next question Dewey asked, Jake had the decency to look at a little nervous now. “Y’know, ah, that’s a - that’s a funny thing, actually. I do have a spare, but it’s, uh. It’s in my apartment. Right next to the original key. Anyway, um.” Now the time to change the subject. “How are you, Dewey? Good, great? Hopefully good. You, uh. You look great.” 

Any and all irritation that Dewey may have been harboring instantly faded the moment Jake's smile appeared. Hell, it all but melted him on any other occasion, releasing a flock of butterflies to glide inside of his stomach. There was something absolutely, irresistibly innocent about the other, a sweetness that Dewey found counteracted his own typically sour demeanor. When they were together, as impossible and irrational a musing it was, the world appeared just a tad bit brighter around Jake. As if his existence wasn't entirely damnable. "I..." Muscles immediately tensed the moment Jake inched closer, his scent wafting towards Dewey in crashing waves. Any other moment, any other night, the aroma would have been fine, pleasant even. But on a full moon, he could feel the full extent of his hunger rising to the surface, claws dragging across the blackboard of his mind to scratch out the one word he was slowly becoming fixated on: feed. "I'm... well, it certainly is a surprise. To see you," Nostrils flared, Dewey tilted his head to the side, thankful that he at least had the option not to breathe. Though his attention jerked right back to Jake when revealing the reason as to his appearance outside. "A cat-- Oh, Jake," He couldn't help but ghost out a chuckle, fingers passing over his features helplessly. And of course he didn't actually have the spare. God, he couldn't even find it in himself to be mad. Not when he was so incredibly astonished at the irony of it all. "Me? I... I'm just worried about you, at the moment," His features shifted to a serious nature, "You can't be out here. Not tonight. We..." Licking his lips, Dewey ran through a few options in his head, taking another scan of the area around them. Clear, for now. "Is there anyone you can call? Perhaps, your landlord? Or... I-I suppose there's..." Was he actually pondering this? As an viable option? "If there's no one else you can stay with, I... I was just on my way home. There is absolutely no way that I'm letting you stay out here, so, if there's nothing else we can do..."