grayson morgan

[gramorgan]

coruscvnts‌:

                      SHE  QUITE  NEARLY  FALLS  AGAINST  the  trunk  of  her  car  at  the  voice  that  startles  her  .  her  breathing  labored  as  if  she  ,  herself  ,  had  just  gotten  done  running  a  five  kilometer  marathon  .  still  ,  grayson  was  a  sight  for  sore  eyes  .  her  smile  widens  at  his  welcomed  arrival  .      ❝  oh  ,  grayson  !  ❞      besides  ,  she  knew  she’d  be  safe  with  her  fellow  pack  -  mate  .      ❝  i  got  a  flat  tire  .  but  no  spares  .  so  i’ve  been  trying  to  push  the  car  back  to  forks  but  no  such  luck  .  ❞      that’s  when  her  eyes  take  in  his  appearance  .      ❝  are  you  …  running  ?  in  the  dark  ?  ❞

“Alicia.” Grayson still was short with comments even in the presence of his family. It likely wouldn’t change. “I can call for a tow in the morning?” His statement came out a little more as a question the further into it he got. He didn’t imagine she’d want to continue pushing the car back into town. He nodded at her question. “I am. Better question, why are you out here so late?”

[theserpcnt]

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[coruscvnts]

                    ❝  THERE’S  NOTHING  IN  THE  DARK  ,  ❞      is  the  mantra  that  the  young  werewolf  continues  to  repeat  to  herself  as  she  slumps  out  of  her  broken  down  car  .  the  dimly  lit  street  lights  provide  some  clarity  of  the  road  ahead  but  not  by  much  .  alicia  sighs  ,  rolling  her  sleeves  up  as  she  places  both  hands  on  the  back  of  her  trunk  .  repositioning  her  legs  ,  she  tries  to  push  the  car  forward  with  all  her  might  .  though  her  face  reddens  with  exhaustion  ,  it’s  hardly  moved  an  inch  .  the  sounds  of  footsteps  have  her  heart  racing  and  she  gives  a  small  yelp  at  the  surprise  appearance  .      ❝  well  ,  i  guess  there  are  SOME  things  in  the  dark  !  ❞

[gramorgan]

Grayson likes the night. Dark roads are welcoming to running feet and the lights that hover overhead provide just enough light to keep him going. His feet slow when he sees the stopped car, his nose scrunched up as he looks it over. Someone trying to push it catches his attention. “Hey, you--” He come up near the car, then recognizing the fellow olympic wolf. “Oh no, are you okay?”

[gramorgan]

solcsta‌:

She’d thought that he would leave it at a simple refusal, so she was surprised yet again when he started to talk about his life story leading up to this point. For the first time, Arabella didn’t feel like providing a quippy comment or snide remark, she genuinely wanted to know more about this stranger for some reason, and she stayed quiet until he was through with his explanation. Her heart ached for him when he described his mother dying in childbirth and his father abandoning him - her own parents hadn’t been perfect, but she couldn’t imagine what life would have been like had she not had her siblings, and this man had been left completely alone. 

Her hand subconsciously moved from her lap to gently touch his forearm almost in a show of support, and when she realized what she’d done, Ara pulled it back quickly, staring at her hand in confusion as if questioning what had possessed it to do something, but she knew that she just wanted to comfort him, to do whatever it took to ease some of the pain he’d experienced in his life. “You don’t seem too happy about… what you are,” she observed, looking at him with her dark brown eyes, “but I guess with your backstory, if you didn’t know about your family having the gene… I can see how that would have been a big adjustment.” Ara pulled her jacket tighter around herself, smiling at him softly - “What’s your name?” 

The inner corner of his mouth became trapped between teeth, familiar taste of iron flooding his senses. He wanted to distract from the burning that her hand left in his arm. He didn’t like opening up to people, and found himself more uncomfortable by the minute. “I have come to terms with what I am. I can no longer hate it, and I find it incapable of love. I simply am.” Grayson shrugged it off. He wasn’t sure there was anything that anyone could say that would change his mind. “Grayson. Grayson Morgan.”

[gramorgan]

solcsta‌:

Arabella hadn’t met many people who didn’t recognize her. Being a Gladstone came with a certain amount of recognition among other packs, and surprisingly she found it refreshing that he wasn’t too familiar with werewolf history, “I can see that.” she said, amused by his confession, “You have to? So you don’t have a pack?” she asked, not sure why she wanted to know more about this man when usually she’d be bored at this point in a conversation. “Sometimes it’s easier to go through a hell of a backstory with a stranger though, don’t you think? Humor me.” Ara turned, tucking one of her legs under the other as she got more comfortable on the bench, making it clear that she was willing to stay as long as she needed to, to find out more about him. “I’m Arabella.” 

No. Going through backstory wasn’t his thing. He liked to keep it to himself, and even then he didn’t tell most of his pack. He’d run solo for so long it was nice to have others around. “I do. Though, more recently adopted.” That word felt foreign on his tongue and begged for his brain to stop letting words go. He just couldn’t bring himself to. If she was a wolf she may have information. Humor her. His brain wanted to comply, his lips forming words that his self didn’t want to share. “I was abandoned at birth. Through the grapevine I heard that my mother passed in labor, and that my father couldn’t bare to look at me. Too much like her I assume. I grew up in the foster system and when I was in high school I followed the other kids at night, finding them sneaking out. One night one of my brothers went to a party, had some drinks and got in a fight. I tried to separate the guys and the kid stumbled back into the road--” Looking back he wasn’t upset any more. He’d done his years of worry. His years of guilt. “You can probably fill in the blanks. I ran off, didn’t bother with anything else and I didn’t go back. Next full moon I was--this.”

[gramorgan]

solcsta‌:

She raised her eyebrow at the way that he stiffened up when she mentioned him being a werewolf, slightly amused that he was so affected by her detecting his scent. “I don’t know how much you know about werewolf history but.. yeah, suffice to say I’m a werewolf too.” she said, shaking her head as her eyes took in his appearance, noting that his scent was different to other werewolves she’d met before sweeter, if that was at all possible.“And why is that?” she asked, not missing a beat as she turned to face him completely for the first time, the expression on her face made it clear that she expected him to elaborate. “Surely if you were enjoying your travels you wouldn’t feel as exhausted by them. What makes you want to do something that tires you?”

“Not a whole lot.” As if it wasn’t apparent enough in the way he reacted, but he was way behind on the information and lore of it all. Which sucked in hindsight when it was something you dealt with personally. It was refreshing to see another wolf in person, and to talk to them. “Nothing makes me want to. I have to.” He didn’t have anywhere to go, and he’d never get anywhere in life not fully understanding himself. “I don’t want to drag you through a hell of a backstory. We just met.”

[gramorgan]

solcsta‌:

His question was posed in a similar way she would have asked it - almost daring her to ask him to move, and she could tell that if she did there would be a long argument/debate that followed. Somehow she had a feeling that this guy wouldn’t simply walk away if she told him to, but the strange part of it all was that she respected him for it. “Exhausted… and you’re a werewolf,” Arabella said, easily able to trace the wolfish scent to him. “You can stay… only if you tell me what could have possibly exhausted a wolf.” 

He stared, almost waiting for her to challenge him. When she mentioned his abnormality he stiffened, sitting up to face her more on. He thought that maybe he’d been sniffing himself, but maybe--she had to be to know, right? “Are you--?” The wolf eyed her a moment longer then nodding. “Endless travel. I’m...moving around a lot.” Looking for something--or someone.

[gramorgan]

“Tell me" + lucinda

If you snuck into my room I would:

[  ] Go back to sleep                 [ x ] Kick you out[  ] Cuddle with you                   [ x ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[  ] Kiss or hug you back                       [  ] Smile and laugh[ x ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [ x ] Push you away[  ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[ x ] No          [  ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[  ] Cute          [  ] Adorable          [  ] Attractive          [  ] Beautiful[ x ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[ x ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [  ] Ally[  ] Friend              [  ] Love                        [  ] Rival [ ? ] Enemy

I find you to be:

[  ] Pathetic          [  ] Off no consequence          [  ] Intriguing [  ] Frightening     [ x ] Unsettling                          [  ] Annoying [  ] Infuriating       [  ] Pleasant company            [  ] Comforting [  ]  Unable to be lived without                            [  ] Trustworthy

[gramorgan]

solcsta‌:

After the events of the full moon and with her brothers getting hurt, Ara just needed some time alone, and a secluded park bench seemed like as good a place as any where she would be able to find some peace without constantly alternating between worry for her family and rage towards anyone who hurt them. But as she heard the footsteps approaching and stopping just in front of the bench she was on, she looked towards the man who she didn’t recognize, irked that he’d chosen to pick the one peaceful place she’d been able to scout out in the tiny town. 

“Normally, someone would wait for an invitation…” she murmured, not even looking at the man’s face as her brown eyes were focused on what was in front of her, legs crossed and arms folded over her chest. 

“Normally I would, but I’m exhausted and it was the first relatively open place I found.” Grayson’s head rolled to the side, looking passively at her. He wasn’t going to argue if she told him to leave, but he needed the rest. It wasn’t like he was sitting on top of her, and there was a fair distance between them. “Should I move?”

[gramorgan]

Tell Me (Arabella)

under a read more for length

If you snuck into my room I would:

[ x ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[ x ] Cuddle with you                   [ x ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would: (let’s talk about how he does all of these in an ORDER)

[ x ] Kiss or hug you back                       [ x ] Smile and laugh[ x ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away[ x ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [ x ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[  ] Cute          [  ] Adorable          [  ] Attractive          [  ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [ x ] Am not going to grace this with an answer ;)

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [ x ] Ally[  ] Friend              [ ? ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

[  ] Pathetic          [  ] Off no consequence          [ x ] Intriguing [  ] Frightening     [  ] Unsettling                          [  ] Annoying [  ] Infuriating       [ x ] Pleasant company            [  ] Comforting [  ]  Unable to be lived without                            [ x ] Trustworthy

[gramorgan]

“It’s almost midnight.” (from Arabella)

“Is there something I should know?” He looked to her with a playful glimmer in his eyes. “Is your carriage going to turn into a pumpkin?” Any moment alone with someone was where his more outgoing side flourished. More so when he really enjoyed their company.

[gramorgan]

“Please don’t die.” -(From Arabella)

Grayson tried to move his arm, the scratch he’d gotten from lifting and moving things he really shouldn’t have been touching bleeding just a bit more than he would have liked. Man, that was going to be sore. “C’mon, perk up love. It’s just a little scratch.”

[gramorgan]

@solcsta

Grayson didn’t really know where to be. It was the main side effect for just getting into a new place, but he thought maybe he’d find someone he knew. No dice, but he wasn’t willing to give up, not with all the people who were in the area. The park was nice, for once it wasn’t raining--god he hated rain. It always downed the mood of the day. He took a seat on a nearby bench, sighing as he felt the relief of the pain in his shoulders and back as he settled against the wooden structure.

[gramorgan]

( tom ellis, he/him ) — did you see grayson morgan walking through the streets of forks? the 35 / 290 triggered werewolf of the olympic pack has been in town for one day. people in town seem to say that they're observant and protective, but i’ve definitely seen them acting pretty conflicting and passive, too. hopefully they don’t cause too much trouble in town.

about:

grayson rhys aeron morgan can’t remember anything about his family. his mother died in childbirth and his father, deceived into thinking the child had also died.

grayson was thrown into the childcare system at a young age

grayson is welsh and has a distinct accent that differs from modern wales as he lived may years

grayson hopped foster homes, learning aggression from other children more than love and acceptance

he, however, was not an aggressive child

grayson saw himself as a protector from a young age, always watching over the other kids in the home

knowing nothing about his family meant knowing nothing about his curse

his curse was triggered when he turned 17, stopping a bar fight that one of the kids in his home had gotten into

unfortunately the person who’d attacked his “brother” kept edging him on--eventually grayson, the calm wonderful child snapped

the other boy died that night, head pushed up against the wall of the bar

grayson never saw himself the same, getting off with self defense

grayson ran away from home after a massive breakdown

when his curse triggered and he shifted the first time he can only remember the pain and the tears he shed

it took a lot of research to learn what had happened and now he shifts easier, but his howls of pain still rock his body

wanted connections:

best friend

his pack