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@hunterofdarksouls
Well I was doing odd jobs here and there, but I’m still searching.
Why? You got a job for me or something?
Kid my line of work is not for you, take my word on that. I do have some shit that needs to be mailed and I'd be willing to toss you a bit of cash for running them around town for me if you want a couple bucks.
Of course. Being good all the time gets boring, yeah?
Oh good. Still kicking around looking for a job or have you found something?
Are you now? Could’ve fooled me.
Oh do fuck off.
That’s not what you said last night!
Gimme food and I promise to shut up fooooor ten minutes.
Didn’t know you even played. Or sung. Fucking woke me up, I hope you’re happy with yourself.
What can I say, I'm a man of many talents.
Yeah well, it's too late for even lazy asses like you to be sleeping in. Wasn't a bad wake up call anyway.
What? No appreciation of my sarcasm after all this time?
Of course I’m still here, I’d be missed too much.
Of course not.
-socks him on the shoulder-So what have you been up to? Getting in trouble I hope.
"You always sing songs at sleepovers or am I just lucky?"
You're just lucky I guess. I'm going stir crazy, it's this or murder someone. This is cleaner. -picks out a little tune on the guitar and hums-
Somebody sounds in love.
Someone needs to get their hearing checked.
Nice to know you're still kicking kiddo.
...
Am I dreamin', or stupid, I think I been hit by cupid, but no one needs to know right now
Wild Child || Andrei and Dante
Everything inside of him screamed at him to strike. To bring the metal through the air and bring it down at anything that it came in contact with. To attack, to defend himself, to protect the voice inside of him. Kill him. Andrei swore and stumbled backwards, clutching at a desk to keep his balance. “I’m fine!” he shouted, “Give me a moment, don’t- don’t touch me,” his voice declined to a hushed whisper, “please.”
Andrei flinched at Dante’s touch, but didn’t pull away. He didn’t want to pull away. Dante’s words sent a jolt through him and he heard his blade clatter to the floor before he knew that his fingers had uncurled. Andrei looked at Dante, looked into his eyes. They were human, they were kind, they were.. gentle, even. His own were searching. He reminded himself to inhale. He reminded himself that he was alive and breathing and not drowning again.
Words had a funny way of becoming muddled in the mind of a madman. It wasn’t the words, but the tone. A questioning, patient, careful tone. Andrei nodded his head automatically. “I’m fine.” He turned his head to Dante, very aware of his nearness. He could feel the heat radiating off from his body. Andrei shook. He was afraid, he was sick, he was- well, he was slipping again. Andrei’s hand shot out towards Dante. It grasped for his shoulder. The voice hissed inside of him. Told him to murder his friend, to be strong. Andrei’s eyes darted, searching for escape or safety or anywhere from here. They froze on Dante’s face, calm and curious and powerful. Andrei didn’t think. He didn’t even breathe. He just kissed him.
Dante groaned, his hands reaching up and cupping Andrei's cheeks, twisting so that their noses weren't in the way of the hot kiss. He ran fingers through Andrei's hair and let one wander down to tug at the hem of Andrei's shirt while the other clasped the back of the other mans neck.
His fingers rubbed soothing circles at the nape of Andrei's neck while the other hand fumbled with the mans' pants. He tugged gently as he took slow steps back toward the couch, reluctant to let go as he moved. Reluctantly he dragged his hands away from Andrei's body and face as they reached the couch.
"Come here." he rasped, voice rougher than it normally was as he sat down on the couch. He extended his hand to Andrei and beckoned with a cross between a rakish smirk and a genuine smile.
...
How nice the summer air. How gross the humans.
Wild Child || Andrei and Dante
Andrei raised the blade in warning, but made no move to strike. Dante was dear to him, he wouldn’t hurt him, even if he was a monster. In many ways, so was he. The things that he did for a place to sleep would be unthinkable to most minds. The very knife he’d used was heavy in his hand. It shook, but he steadied it. Andrei stared into Dante’s eyes defiantly and didn’t flinch when he resumed his form, though his glance did sweep downwards with an appreciative smirk tugging on his lips.
"No," he said slowly, "I actually haven’t the absolute foggiest what you’re talking about." He swallowed. Fear. That was fear he was feeling, but he wouldn’t let it control him. He never would.
"Goddamn," Andrei breathed. He watched him move, observing his new animalistic posture, the power in his stance. The fact that he looked at ease, almost peaceful didn’t go unnoticed. Dante’s eyes were intense and glaring. Andrei had a right to be frightened, but he also looked tranquil almost. Like an insomniac after a night of restful sleep. It didn’t go unnoticed either, when the severity shut off, like a light switch, and Dante returned. Unharmed, it seemed, and he was grateful for that.
Dreams, he’d said, and Andrei straightened in recognition. It wasn’t important, though. Dante was.. Dante was one of them. Like the others that he didn’t understand. He didn’t belong by his side, but behind him, in the shadows, alone. As always.
"Yes?"
Dante pushed himself off the couch and approached Andrei slowly, hand half raised to defend himself against the knife heavy in Andrei's hand if he needed to. "Are you alright? Wolf won't hurt you, he likes you like I do." Dante said softly, still easing forward ever so slowly. He tried for a lighthearted smile but he was tensed by the live steel in the room when he was as naked as the day he was born and weaponless to boot.
He reached out ever so slowly and let his fingertips trail lightly over the wrist connected to the hand holding the knife. "Put the knife down Andrei." he asked softly, easing more into Andrei's space when he didn't get a violent reaction. He felt himself unwind when he was pressed nearly chest to chest with Andrei and hadn't been attacked yet.
"You okay?" he asked again, leaning in slighting to take a deep breath of Andrei's scent. His senses felt like they'd been kicked into overdrive, the smell of Andrei was intoxicating, his fluttering heartbeat a fascinating sound and it felt like his skin was being petted with static electricity. Shivers ran up and down his back at the sweet feeling of air on his skin, as if his world had been ramped up to HD. He opened his eyes, not remembering when he'd closed them, to examine Andrei's face in the light of the moon he felt such a new kinship toward.
Salt-N-Pepa - Whatta Man
Wild Child || Andrei and Dante
There was a sound like a cry that came from Dante’s room. Andrei tried to ignore it at first. He knew nightmares. One could go as far as saying that they were old friends, or even, that he’d known them for his whole life. All two years of it. His ears were keen, sharp, Marius had made sure of it, and they heard Dante’s door creep open. They could hear the unevenness of his cadence, the manic in his step.
Andrei turned his chair around and closed his laptop blindly, leaving a chatroom of insects trying desperately to crawl their way upwards in the criminal ladder. What better way than to consult with the big man’s trigger finger? Andrei could think of a few. In all honesty, he was only toying with them. Manipulating their eager hands into murdering the easy pickings so that he wouldn’t have to.
He flinched when he heard another cry. He heard pain. He heard distress. Andrei’s fingers curled around the hilt of a blade in his desk. He rubbed his thumb against the serrated edge and followed the sound.
"Dante?" he started, "Dante are you alright? Dante-"
He.
Crumpled on the floor, shuddering in discomfort, keening in pain. Andrei stepped towards him, stretching an arm out. He pulled it back suddenly and nearly tripped over his own feet when his skin split and dark fur sprouted from his back. Bones snapped and reshaped themselves, his skull- oh god.
Andrei wouldn’t run. He’d sooner attack a friend, no. No, Dante was, Dante was his. Dante was under his protection. He wouldn’t hurt him. He would protect himself though, whatever it took. Though loathe to say it, he was his own first priority.
Dante was a wolf. Unless he really was insane, Dante was a wolf. Andrei blinked and shook his head in disbelief. He’d been bitten by snakes before, hunted by hounds, but this was something different entirely. He stared at it and it stared back at him. It was as if its piercing eyes could stare directly through him.
"Dante.. what the hell?"
The fur along his back stood on end and settled back against his spine as Wolf got over his surprise, taking a curious step towards Andrei, nostrils flared to catch his intriguing scent. His body and inky fur rippled as he stretched one last time before he shifted in a blink back into his new human form.
"Surely you know, you reek of sea salt and rotten sea plants." he teased, unconcerned that he'd shredded Dante's clothes transforming for the first time. He'd have to remember to keep them through the process next time.
"I am Wolf in your language, Keeper of the Dead. I'm here to find the one who keeps slipping my grasp. Do me no harm and none shall come to you." Wolf said, stretching again and shaking out his new body to get used to it. He yet out a jaw cracking yawn and slumped back onto Andrei's couch with primal grace. "I am awake, that is all I can ask for now." he grumbled to himself before the demonic orange red that had taken over Dante's eyes faded as Wolf retreated to the back of his hosts' mind once more.
Dante groaned and covered his eyes, dazed and confused. "At least those fucking dreams make sense." he groaned, blinking his green eyes open slowly. "Andrei..." he trailed off with a nervous lick of his lips.
Wild Child || Andrei and Dante
Dante was tossing and turning in his sleep, grimace on his face as he dreamed. Deep forest, untouched by man and mountains that seemed to stretch into eternity. A huge powerful body that was not his own, but as familiar to him as his heartbeat.
The moans and cries of the dead, pleading for their loved ones who still lived.
Dante jolted awake, rolling out of the bed and gasping for a bit of breath. His body ached and every joint screech a protest as he calmed himself enough to leave the bedroom to get himself a glass of water or something. He paused in the living room to look out Andrei's window, entranced by the half full moon.
'That is not mine. The new moon is mine.' something hissed in the back of his mind before all of the breath left his body as if he'd been struck. He must have made some sound as his knees hit the floor, but he couldn't have told you as his skin felt like it didn't fit anymore. It felt like something was pushing it's way out of him through every pore and he didn't hear the whining sound he made as he struggled to breathe.
Long, thick black fur was the first thing to push through, quickly followed by the crack of joints and bone until Dante had vanished and a huge wolf stood in his place, the shreds of what Dante'd been wearing shaken off disdainfully. It was an uncomfortable transformation, but now that the body had remembered how to do it the transition between man and wolf would be nearly instantaneous and painless.
Wolf grumbled to himself over being locked inside a human dwelling when he wanted room to stretch his legs. He stretched his huge form anyway, long and luxuriously. 'Now, to hunt that little rat of a canine Coyote.' he said idly to the moon. He turned and jumped back a little when he saw Andrei, hunching a bit defensively.
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Careful, I might think you’re flirting.
Damn, just ran out of filet mignon. If I’d known you were coming, I’d have saved you a bowl of sevruga caviar, too. He chuckled. I’ll find you a glass. Don’t worry, no one’ll find you here.
Careful, you might get the right idea.
Throw me a steak and I'll be just as happy. Don't fancy the fancy shit much. What? Too high class to swap a little spit with me and share out of the bottle? -smirks- I hope not, or we're both in shit. -picks at the knife wounds on his face- Got a medkit by any chance?
