Tell them you're strong

Lara Kirk | 27 | Werewolf the best girl you could ever wanna know

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badge of honour  |  lara & ephram

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ephrampettaline:

Ephram chortled, nodding. He might have known that Bellamy and her particular little ways would make sure to distinguish which chicken was who. “She is lovely,” he agreed. It felt only faintly odd in his mouth after their long period of estrangement, and Ephram took that as a good sign.

But he could ponder his friendship with Bellamy later; right now Lara was occupying his interest, particularly with her willingness to jump straight into work at a high-level capacity. And she didn’t gush or jump or shout or anything when Ephram told her she had the job, which was immensely encouraging in his view of it. A person didn’t need to hoot and holler over every good thing in public, especially not an officer of the law.

“You can start right now, Detective Kirk,” Ephram said. “Go get kitted up and we’ll head on out together.”

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He explained as they drove out to Vinegar Tom about the decree from the Mayor, and the tasks that Soapberry’s citizens had been asked to perform. “I reckoned we’d best take on one’a the sorter more unpleasant ones,” Ephram said. Maybe it was a little mean, but after all, Lara had been a cop before and probably knew all about trials by fire.

“We gotta negotiate with some critters called bramblebracks what have come out of hibernation and are chokin’ off some of the protector trees. Thing about bramblebracks is that they’re just what they sound – critters made of briar patch that stand bout as tall as a kangaroo and feel safest wrapped around somethin’ – so negotiations can get a bit … prickly.” Ephram grinned at Lara, open-mouthed, as if this were a fantastic joke.

Lara pulled on her gear as quick as she could, more than eager to get started right then and there. Learning more about the town, getting a hang of how things were handled straight from Ephram himself would be more than what she’d been expecting on her first day. 

The decree from the Mayor has just about slipped Lara’s mind... so many other things were going on for her and she barely knew what was normal and what wasn’t in town already. Dealing with one of the many tasks was definitely a fair job to ask of the sheriff’s department. “Of course.” She said, still not quite knowing what that line between pleasant and unpleasant really was. Her eyes widened when Ephram explained these bramblebracks, but her shock was replaced by a wide grin and a genuine laugh at the Sheriff’s joke. “Gotcha... so I’m guessing whenever they come out of hibernation they can be a real... thorn in the side.” 

Jokes aside, Lara patted herself down and looked over at Ephram. “So... we’re just trying to get them to what? Choke off some other... non-protector tree? Go back into hibernation? What’s our goal here?”

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Do you like using petnames/nicknames for people? What are some you like to use for loved ones? For others?

I’ve never been one for the “babe” or “honey” or “dear” just because it doesn’t naturally flow for me. I didn’t see any parents doing in real life so I never picked up on that. So pet names, no.

And with nicknames... sometimes I’ll use them, but it has to be the right sort of relationship for nicknames. I have some friends who I just call by their last name. Or if it’s a joke or just for fun, like Iann is Bones in my phone. But I don’t go out of my way to give people nicknames, I think that only happens on TV.

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Of Deer & ...| Lara

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nuadxa:

In retrospect, going in fashion sandals instead of barefoot would have been the smarter choice, but since when did the fairy ever think beyond the first idea they had and better still, when did they back away from an idea even when it proved to be a bad one? No, they tolerated the sharp feeling of rocks against their feet, hurrying their pace and probably looking like a bumbling fool, but they managed it, and the relief they felt when the ground became soft against their feet was almost worth the pain. Almost but not really. “All of my shoes are adorable,” they answered, with a quick grin, leaning a hand against the tree and was surprised to feel something deep within it, as if the tree was vibrating. “Huh.” They pressed their ear to the tree and grinned at Lara. “It’s like it’s got a heart-beat,” they said, closing their eyes and listening to it, resisting the urge to wrap their arms around the trunk, which was too much – even for them.

Reluctantly, they pulled back from the tree and their attention settled back on their new acquaintance before starting off down the trail. They only smiled when Lara said that it hadn’t sounded fun – but what came out of it made it worth-while. That was the way of Soapberry Springs. Have good adventures. Have bad adventures. Live with the consequences. “We’ll see,” they said with a smaller smile, though it stayed warm, as they thought of what could be found in the forest. Strange things. Wondrous things. Dangerous things. A mix of everything all in one. “I go to Nevada every year – the temperature is similar, right?” they wondered, not having gone to New Mexico save on a brief stopover when they still rode the bus across the country. “I think you get used to feeling soggy,” they said, chuckling. “But everyone is so green here. Wet. Mushy. But green.”

With the question about their wings, Nuadia extended theirs. Large and feathered, they held the same silvery-brown coloration and pattern as a barn owl. “I have wings, and I can fly,” they said, folding their wings against their back but not making them invisible again. “The flying isn’t so much a fairy dust thing as it is a fairy thing. The dust allows me to glamour and heal,” they explained, as they walked along. “Different fairies have different wings. Some have feathers, some have butterfly wings, the list goes on. It’s like – all wolves have different colors, right? You’re not all brown or red or copper,” they said, pausing to climb over a large log and hop down, moving off of the trail.

“Does it feel strange when you turn?” they wondered, knowing as much about wolves as Lara knew about fairies. “Movies make it look horrific, and that’s all I’ve got to go on, but I want to learn.”

Lara cocked her head and walked over to the tree. “A heart-beat?” she mumbled as she placed her hand on the rough bark. She picked up on the vibrations right away. “Oh... that’s weird.” Her ears picked up the heartbeat Nuadia had mentioned. As she placed her other hand on the tree, Lara furrowed her eyebrows. “I wonder what that’s all about... maybe it’s just the whole mystical ‘soapberry springs magic’ thing.” she mused, drumming her fingers on the trunk. She pulled her hands off the tree as a chill ran through her. “Eh... freaky.” Lara shook the feeling off and made her way back to the trail. 

As much as Lara didn’t want to end up in a stream, she found that she admired Nuadia’s spirit about the whole thing. She tilted shrugged and nodded. “Yeah... maybe we’ll get an adventure of our own.” she said with a small laugh, hands at her sides. Lara had driven through Nevada on her way up to Washington, the dry air pretty much lingered through the entire desert areas. “They’re similar enough, yeah. Las Vegas especially since it’s, like, right there in the middle of the desert.” she let out a sigh, thinking about the wet, damp, green of Soapberry. “I could get used to it... I’m looking forward to the cold actually. It’s the wet heat that grosses me out.” She knew as soon as it turned cold, she’d probably just be staying in bed and trying to keep warm... but snow looked so pretty in pictures and movies. That’s what she was excited for.

When Nuadia extended their wings, Lara’s jaw dropped. She let out an excited: “Oooh.” at the sight. Her eyes lit up, they were like nothing she’d seen before. She listened intently, more and more questions bouncing through her head. “That’s really cool...” she responded, moseying along the trail. “Right, like, I’m gray in wolf form.” She could just imagine all the different types of wings, they seemed much more diverse than the variations in wolves. 

“It hurt a lot more when I was younger,” Lara started, looking down the trail and thinking on the feeling. “it’s not comfortable now, but it’s much faster and just kind of a weird split second of pain then it’s done. So... much easier...” At that moment, she almost thought she saw a quick, blurry figure run from one tree line to the other. She trailed off and squinted into the distance. “Did you see that? It looked... I don’t know.” she brushed it off. “Probably just some animal.” Yeah... that made the most sense.

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ianncardero:

“You know I heard that being said in dramatic!Shatner-speak right?”

“Good. If you heard it any other way you would’ve been wrong.”

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@ianncardero replied to your post: What happens when all the energy is drained and...

Lara, you’re already an old lady

Fine... still not as old as you, Bones.

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What happens when all the energy is drained and gone?

What, for good? That sounds like death, friend. Or are we talking old lady Lara here? All worn out and tired of kids riding scooters outside my house, stepping on my lawn? I could see that.

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the buck moon - heilyn & lara

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thehealingcadoc:

As he watched the sunset, Heilyn couldn’t help but smile. This was his favorite part of the day. Not only was the sky so beautiful, but he knew this meant he was about to do one of his favorite things in the world, running. The air flowing through his fur, giving him as much speed and momentum as he could felt so freeing and relaxing. The full moon was one of the greatest times of the month and every month, he waited for it. 

Once it disappeared, he headed out into the woods, finding his favorite spot to take off all of his clothes. When he knew he’d be running, he wore something simple, a lot of the time, he was actually going commando. It was a whole lot easier and actually very refreshing, you know, with the breeze going everywhere. Stepping through the woods, he heard someone’s voice as he stepped on the twigs. 

“Hello?” he responded, moving toward the voice, hoping he wasn’t about to get jumped and murdered. When he saw it was a girl, he grinned, taking off his shirt, preparing, knowing the moment was coming. “I won’t give you any trouble. I was hoping for some company. Running is always better with someone else,” Heilyn responded, moving closer and closer, seriously hoping that he wasn’t going to get murdered. No one was about to frighten him on his favorite night. 

Lara blinked at the other wolf as he approached, only relaxing the slightest bit when he assured her she wouldn’t be getting any trouble. “I wouldn’t know.” she said, maintaining her composure, but still taking a step back. She hadn’t run with other wolves before. This would be the first time she’d ever even seen another wolf on a full moon. Being around someone else while feeling the tug of the moon was odd, but the other wolf clearly knew what he was doing.

“I, uh-” she cleared her throat. “I’d be glad to run with you tonight, I just-” she could feel her skin crawling with the inevitability of the change. “I’m gonna duck behind this tree really quick.” 

As soon as soon as the words were out, she was behind the tree, peeling off the rest of her clothes and tossing them into the pile she’d created. “Don’t take this the wrong way... I’m just not a huge fan of being naked around strange men.” Lara called out, more comfortable now that she wasn’t exposed to the other wolf.

Lara looked up at the moon through the leaves of the trees, feeling the pull, she decided to get a jump on the transformation. Change of your own free will and the moon wasn’t so bad, at least not in her experience. She came from around the thick tree trunk a big gray wolf, green eyes locked on the other.

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Space pirates, art reference for  The Drowned Ruby with @larakirk

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Of Deer & ...| Lara

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nuadxa:

Nuadia followed after Lara back to her car. “Yup, definitely wasn’t your car I scratched,” they commented happily. That would have been awkward and more than that, they would have owed her money and the fairy didn’t easily part with money unless it was in the form of treasures for friends, shopping for themselves, or a bit of bric-a-brac for the bar. “Thanks.” They braced one hand against her car to pull off their sandals and leave their purse and shoes on the floor of her car. “It definitely wouldn’t be the first, or last, time that I go barefoot. I’m developing a bit of a habit,” they admitted with a wry grin. “I need to invest in a good pair of sneakers because Soapberry Springs is not conducive to cute heels or designer boots.” They could glamour themselves a pair of boots but why waste the energy? Instead, they hopped across the graveled ground with quiet ow – ow – ow – until they reached the soft, dark brown forest ground that was pleasant underfoot. They grinned triumphantly at her and stepped to the trail.

They slipped their hands into their pockets and started to walk, turning to face the wolf. “Have you been a wolf long?” they wondered, knowing the vague details of being a werewolf only as it extended to born vs. made. “I’ve walked here a couple of times, though the last time I was here, I miscalculated a witch’s playfulness and ended up landing in a stream.”

Stretching their arms over their head, they breathed in deep, taking in the sharp smell of the forest and the threat of rain in the air. “It’d be nice if we had a few days of sunshine though, I know that we live in the Pacific Northwest, but I’m starting to feel like my wings are never going to be dry.”

“And I’m very grateful for that.” Lara said with a grin. She’d have been a lot more bad if Nuadia had scratched up the car. That thing survived that 1,400 mile trip to Soapberry and so much more before that.. not even a ding. It would just figure that her car would get messed up as soon as she got to this supernatural town. She contemplated taking off her own shoes as she watch Nuadia taking off theirs, but the quiet “ow”s convinced her to keep them on. “I always wanted to condition my feet to walk on anything, you know? Build up a tough skin and all.” Lara followed Nuadia across the parking lot, nodding in agreement about the heels. “But...,” she began to contest. “depending on how cute the shoes are it can be worth it... in the right situation.” if she was walking around the town, staying on the sidewalks and paved streets, she’d be fine.

Lara shrugged and started following the other into the woods. “My whole life technically, since I’m a born wolf and all. I didn’t change until I was twelve though.” she looked at Nuadia, then back at the trail. “Hm... That doesn’t sound fun. Hopefully this time will be better.” 

She looked up at what she could see of the sky through the thick leaves. It was amazing just how much darker it already was in the forest. They hadn’t even walked that far... and the overcast definitely didn’t help. She let out a groan of agreement. “What I wouldn’t give for just one day without rain. I just got here from New Mexico. I’m used to the dry air giving people nosebleeds and starting fires.” A drop of water doinked her right on the head, whether it had come from the trees already being wet or if it was the very beginning of a rainfall, Lara couldn’t tell. “I hate that I’m starting to not mind the constant rain.”

“Alright... so you have wings... and you can fly? Is, like, fairy dust a thing?” Lara paused and put a hand to her chest. “Let me know if I offend you with my ignorance. All I know about fairies is... like nothing at all actually. I guess just the wings.” 

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Of Deer & ...| Lara

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nuadxa:

They’d done stranger things than texting a stranger and asking if they wanted to go for a walk. It was nothing for them to see a casual acquaintance on the street and fall into a conversation, end up walking along and going shopping, getting lunch, ending up in a forest going on an impromptu hike. Besides, Lara hadn’t seemed bothered by the string of text messages the fairy had been sending to her while they delayed going home to talk to their brother about the damage that they’d caused to his car.  They hadn’t met her yet, a mark against the fairy in their book as they made it a point to talk to anyone who looked interesting, and Iann had mentioned her briefly.

What they needed was an easy walk, to allow them a time to relax in nature and gather themselves. They had been feeling frazzled lately, a bit out of sorts, and they thought that it was being cooped up in the bar, running it and overseeing the staff and working alongside their brother.

They heard someone from behind them, and they turned, smiling wide when they saw the woman coming up to them. “I’m Nuadia,” they affirmed, laughing a little. “Thanks for coming out on such short notice. Do you mind if I leave my purse in your car?” they looked down at their horrible choice of footwear and shrugged, “and my shoes. Going barefoot in the woods seems to be the norm lately.”

Lara returned Nuadia’s smile, glad she’d found the right person. It wasn’t like there was much room for error on her part though, there wasn’t anyone else just standing around by the trail start. “Nope, I don’t mind.” She said, unclipping her keys from her belt and leading the way back over to where she parked. She looked down at Nuadia’s shoes when they mentioned them. She gave Nuadia a small laugh. “If you’re fine running around the woods in no shoes.” Lara kicked up some of the small gravel scattered around the parking lot. “Just watch out for this junk, it looks sharpish.”

“I’m ready for this walk, I only ever came here as a wolf a few days ago.. but this forest is huge and so nice to look at. We should be able to get away for a little while.” She popped open the driver’s side door of her sedan, the only seat that was clear of unpacked boxes and bags. “You can just toss them on the seat in there,” Lara said, stepping to the side. 

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What could Soapberry do for you that would make you feel like you were truly part of the community?

I don’t know if there’s anything more this town can do... the people I’ve met have been great to me. There’s a place where I can safely go on full moons and I can be open about who I am. It’s already a really welcoming community.

Honestly, I can’t think of anything. The only issue I’ve had is the culture shock, suddenly having all of these wonderful and supernatural people everyday is wild, but I love it. 

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Welcome Wagon - Bellamy & Lara

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thisbrutalbelle:

        “It is, I can certainly imagine him saying it,” Bella noted. He called her ‘hija’ so that was enough to assume he could readily slip into giving people Spanish nicknames. It might even have been a little lonely for him, most people he knew were like Bella and didn’t exactly speak Spanish. Bella’s privileged upbringing had afforded her the ability to not need to know it but perhaps she’d learn, for him, and for the fact it was the most commonly spoken first language in the world. “Agreed, fortunately my eyes have always been fine so I never would have missed your own gorgeous self,” Bella assured them so the compliment did not purely fall on herself. Besides Lara was rather beautiful with her naturally bronzed skin and those deep brown eyes. She looked like she’d been carved from tigers eye and brought to life.

        “I’m sure you’ll get it and if not there are definitely other jobs around,” Bella assured them. Clearly they wanted to work and that drive alone tended to be enough for people to find it here. Most people were like her, wanting to give people a leg up. “Even in a lifetime it’ll be surprising you. That’s sort of the wonderful thing about being around people that aren’t just humans. Even when things start to look normal you’ll suddenly have something amazing happen. I’m still convinced I’ll eventually come across a unicorn but everyone else says they’re fake.” Bellamy took a few more bites of her food with a smile on her face. Unicorns had to be real, why else would humans think they did?

Bella’s compliment brought a smile to Lara’s face. Here she was, looking like she’d stepped out of a magazine with her high cheekbones and her gorgeous eyes. Lara had just pulled her hair back in a high ponytail and called it whatever.  “Well then here’s to good eyesight allowing us to see beautiful people. Wolfsbane be damned.” she raised her nibbled on samosa in place of a beverage, and took a bite. 

“I haven’t even though of unicorns... but, with all the other stuff out here, I’d bet you’re right. There’s plenty stuff people have never seen, they can’t shut down unicorns like that.” She scoffed. “You have to have some suspension of disbelief in a town like this.” Lara could just imagine a unicorn walking through town and maybe only a few people blinking an eye at it. She had been obsessed with unicorns when she was in middle school; whenever someone donated school supplies that were Lisa Frank brand, Lara made sure to snatch them up right away.  

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Of Deer & ...| Lara

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nuadxa:

They couldn’t stay hiding from their brother forever, as much as they wanted to. Sure, they could enter the witness protection program, citing Will’s obsessive love for his car and the fact that Nuadia had, in fact, damaged it more than a scratch, but since Soapberry was a small town – they didn’t think that anyone at the sheriff’s department had the clout to put them into hiding. Though, maybe Ephram would entertain the thought. Take pity on them. Perhaps, even, let them hide out in one of the more comfy jail cells that the town could offer. Will would never look for them there.

Except, Nuadia knew, he would. He’d search the town over for them.

And that was why Nuadia took to the woods, even though they weren’t dressed with it. For goodness’ sake, they had a purse draped over one shoulder and were wearing sandals with a white suit instead of what they normally wore to go traipsing through the woods. Still, the discomfort was a small sacrifice to pay for a few more hours of borrowed time.

Yet, they were bored, and Kit was nowhere in sight, and they had no one to talk to. They weren’t good at being alone, as they always craved the companionship of another person. It meant that they pulled their phone out of their purse and opened the last person they had texted Mystery-Lara.

[text @ Mystery-Lara]: I know this is going to sound weird but would you want to go for a walk in the woods? I’ve got time to kill and I’m just entering the Old Growth Forest – or whatever this place is called. I’m at the trail-start.   [text @ Mystery-Lara]: This is partly boredom and partly an attempt at self-preservation. You’re more than capable of handling an irate older brother, amirite?

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[text @ Nuadia]: You’re right, that does sound a little weird... [text @ Nuadia]: But, for sure, I could go for a walk. I’ve cooped up all day watching Netflix so I am definitely about breathing some fresh air. [text @ Nuadia]: I can be at the trail start in like... 15 minutes? give or take.

Lara closed her laptop and hopped out of bed, determined to make the 15 minute deadline she’d set for herself. Sure, Nuadia was kind of technically a stranger... but it’d be nice to meet another friendly person from Soapberry and she certainly didn’t want to be late. She hurried around her hotel room, collecting a real outfit to put on rather than the pajamas she’d been lazing around in all day. 

At least she had the good sense to have taken a shower that morning, all she had left to do to get ready was pull on a pair of comfortable boots and be out the door. The last step: pat herself down to make sure she had her keys, wallet, and phone. Lara’s short experience in the old growth forests had been nice. The smell, the sounds, just the feel of the forest was comforting. She was excited to get back in there for their walk. She bound down the stairwell of the hotel, to the parking lot, and hurried to her car. 

[text @ Nuadia]: I’m ready & heading over now!

She sent the text, started up her car and pulled out of the hotel driveway for the second time since she’d arrived in Soapberry. It wouldn’t be too hard to find the old growth forest, in theory. She’d been to the trail start before, she could find her way in a car too. Things didn’t actually start to look familiar until she spotted the sign for trail parking. The road was a lot more narrow and a lot less smooth, being so close to the trail, but Lara found her way to the trail start and it’s assigned parking lot sooner than she’d expected. The two were separated by some of the younger, thinner trees that marked the start of the trail.

Lara pulled into one of the unmarked parking spots, hopped out, and headed over toward the trail start. There was only one person by the trail start and Lara hoped they were Nuadia. “Hey!” she exclaimed, lightly jogging up the purse-wielder. “I’m Lara.” she said, motioning to herself. “I really hope that you’re Nuadia or else this is about to be really weird.”

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Welcome Wagon - Bellamy & Lara

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thisbrutalbelle:

         “God, it’s terrible to think but when it’s strong to people like us it’s like walking past a fish market,” Bellamy said with a little laugh. It obviously wasn’t something she ever made fun of them for since for her it was a survival mechanism. To Bella they were poisonous so she needed to be able to tell them from everyone else. “But that’s good. Soon enough you’ll probably be able to tell what everyone is.”

         At the mention of him throwing wolfsbane she snorted. It wasn’t at the other’s likely pain but Iann’s style. He always spoke of being a weak human, which physically he was, but he was such a genius. He was able to put himself in this world and find a place so easily. “He said ‘chica’? Oh my lord,” she let out, still giggling. It sounded like him. Just like him. Maybe a younger and more reckless version but still him and that made her happy. “I’m glad he didn’t permanently blind you. Then you would only smell death on me and not be able to see how my looks entirely make up for it,” Bellamy teased, flicking back some of her hair, getting a bit of curry from the fork she held in it.

        “Well you should. Especially here. I mean, obviously get a job to have money but when it’s your time let it be all yours,” Bellamy grinned, curry hidden beneath her closed lips. Lara seemed smart and that was a good thing. Bellamy knew what being young and confused was like. Honestly she could still be confused about her lift but she hid it well. Or she hoped that she did. If Lara was this self assured then that was amazing. “Plus there is lots of stuff to do so you can live in the moment.”

“Oh, yeah. And, well, no one wants to smell fish all the time.” Lara agreed with a chuckle. The seafolk she had met had been nothing but lovely to her, she would never put them at fault when it was her nose that was ultra sensitive. 

Lara laughed along with Bella as she recalled her first meeting with Iann. “I’m pretty sure he did say ‘chica’. I could be wrong, but I hope I’m not... it’s a better memory that way.” Lara responded. She grinned as Bella flicked her hair back, showing off her honestly astounding looks. “If I was blind and had to miss out on how great you look... eugh, that’d be awful.” 

She nodded with Bella’s life advice. “Definitely and hopefully I will have a job soon... so once that’s all done I’m gonna be making sure that my time is mine.” Lara agreed, about to start nibbling at the last samosa in the first box. “You’re right and-” she motioned around them “this town specifically? There’s so much stuff going on you could wander around for a few days and not get to check out everything.”

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nuadxa:

[text @ Mystery-Lara]: Hey, you got part of the name  👏 👏 👏   [text @ Mystery-Lara]: Good. I’ll cook for you. All the food. You’ll only have to share with Kit. Probably. Unless other people show up. They might, you never know with this town. Are you a vegan/vegetarian werewolf? [text @ Mystery-Lara]:  Listen, if I’m older than you and you’re calling yourself old  👿   [text @ Mystery-Lara]:  How many ‘therewolves/herewolves’ jokes do you get? I’ll probably just say wolf.  [text @ Mystery-Lara]:  If it gets too bad, I’ll just sigh a lot and look sad the next day. He’ll feel bad. Maybe not too bad since I did scratch his car but you know … eh. 

[text @ Nuadia]: Nope! I’m just allergic to hazelnuts and almonds. Other than that, I’ll eat pretty much anything. [text @ Nuadia]: If you are older then me, then I apologize for secondhandedly calling you old!!!  [text @ Nuadia]: Lmao, not too many thankfully! And just wolf is fine :) [text @ Nuadia]: At least he’ll let you back in! [text @ Nuadia]: And that was the goal.

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nuadxa:

[text @ Mystery-Lara]:  Haha, did it sound like a sneeze when you were reading it?  [text @ Mystery-Lara]:  Exactly! It’s always the boring way too. Like - oh don’t do this or this’ll happen. Don’t go here or bad, terrible, horrible things.  [text @ Mystery-Lara]:  So, I just feed you and we’re friends? I love to cook. I’m talking huge spreads of food. Do you eat a lot because you’re a werewolf? Do you prefer ‘wolf’?  [text @ Mystery-Lara]: I won’t be able to. Too many people know me there. Oh well, the worst that’s going to happen is that Will locks me out of the apartment and pouts. It wouldn’t be the first time that I slept in the stockroom. 

[text @ Nuadia]: Not entirely! It was mostly just me butchering it. I don’t even remember what I said, but I was completely off. [text @ Nuadia]: I got the “O” part right though. [text @ Nuadia]: Pretty much, yeah. Any food, really. [text @ Nuadia]: And I think so? I’m getting old and it’s getting hard to remember life before I was a werewolf. [text @ Nuadia]: Either wolf or werewolf is fine, to be honest... wolf comes off the tongue a lot easier though. [text @ Nuadia]: Sleeping in a stockroom sounds awful and I’m sorry in advance if it comes to that :(

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nuadxa:

[text @ Mystery-Lara]: NU-ai-ah O murah-choo. There’s another way of pronouncing my first name, the ‘proper’ way - but don’t listen to that.  [text @ Mystery-Lara]: I’m new to the anything that’s not fairy-related stuff - so you teach me werewolf stuff, I’ll teach you fairy stuff.  [text @ Mystery-Lara]: Yup, I’m a part of the fae group. I’ve got myself a regular companion. You’ll see him around. A troublesome red fox named Kit. He loves food, so if you want to make a fast friend, feed him.  [text @ Mystery-Lara]: And they drool. Not something I like.  [text @ Mystery-Lara]: Ah the bar is open now, but we’re not busy yet. The club opens at 8pm. I’ll probably head over at 10pm. I just need to find a different place once this place closes at 6. I’m thinking - hm… Bean Me Up. 

[text @ Nuadia]: Gotcha! That sounds even better than how I was reading it. [text @ Nuadia]: What’s so fun about the proper way of doing things anyway? Who ever decided that was the way to go :P [text @ Nuadia]: I’d be happy to teach you the werewolf stuff for the fairy stuff! [text @ Nuadia]: I can relate, that’s how I pick who I like too. So he sounds wonderful. [text @ Nuadia]: I hope you can stay just as inconspicuous at Bean Me Up!